Cento 86: When you come in (Day 842)

Like when you come in 

from the wind   transported 

through tumbling clouds 

because you needed 

a sense of dread   you 

took a tiny dream   sweet 

and warm   that fell 

to the empty streets 

and sidewalks   chastising   

those small dark possibilities 

like opening your door

like when you come in

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six

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