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Shifting Frames
The glass once lucid
now deflects glow differently—
a chuckle clenched in the wind,
blanching and flaming—
where were we?
Footprints echo, retreat, advance
sagging floor, missing nails---
not long enough—
like a wheeze folding in and out,
a beam of light held in a still moment.
Sagging floor, nails missing,
steps forth, then retreat—
where were we,
blanching and flaming,
a chuckle loosed in the wind—
now the glass, no longer lucid,
deflects the glow differently.
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Rowena Velasco
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