Exposure
Time and distance blinks
in a fit of frustration
static turbulence
retards reception of
your explanation
your sun rises as mine rests
against stunted horizons
purple, yellow bruising of
unexpected allegations
take your fair measure of worth
of what belongs to me
I care not for possessions
that bind me to cavernous delusions
of what I once believed
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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