Aloof
I come from afar
farther than pebble roads
on which I travel
than chandeliered old hotel
turned into home for the disabled
than rainbow rising reluctantly
after recent rain
than bumpy rides on rubbery buses
for my eyes look at scenes
from a brightly colored time
my mind is sealed in an airtight jar
and my words trickle on the page
when they should pour out like a wound
used to the comfort zone
of their imprisonment
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