Knowing what to say was
not always the problem
It was how to say it.
How to turn the lightdark sky
to dawn with just a word.
How to dig out a broken cork
with a clever turn of phrase.
Those days there was little else
of concern — only language and
doors opening on every side.
Doors and windows, now closed
and curtained, call as you will.
Day and night forever separated
by unrelenting glass and steel.
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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