Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Incarcerated

Concrete walls,

steel door.

Daylight is twilight,

though


way up, light

through a window

makes a play of leaves

on the wall opposite:

 

by this means,

we know that we are 

underground,

buried.


Our living lives

are those leaves;

how we fear

the arrival of autumn


and autumn

is almost here.


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