I find a space beneath.
The air here, cool and fresh as if in
a northern wood.
From my back, pressed against the worn oak floor,
I look up
through branches,
though bare and gnarled near the trunk,
evergreen.
This denizen of a forest removed
and now
wrapped, too tight,
in wires and foil.
The prismatic effect, bewildering.
Red, yellow, green and orange
lights blink and my nerves fire;
an aurora or, perhaps, each bulb
a distant star.
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Author:
KJ Delaney (
Offline) - Published: October 12th, 2021 09:34
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A lovely read 🙂
Good words, those distant stars show the love of those who have passed.
Andy
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