Fuse Box
Thrown like a fuse box
I was torn between the seasons
October put me through Autumn and Winter
I hadn't a clue
I was lost in the Sand
which made me feel indifferent
The Moon in shade
the white orchids in bloom
I needed to unlock the sleepy hollow,
always on an unending road
their chosen zigzag
like old boots and kettles for inheritance
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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