Encounter

 

 

It happened or 

it did not 

sometimes I dream in shades of white

the lamp goes off,

a surge of heaviness suspends over the bed

the energy, the vibration of air:

interrupted 

suddenly there is a small girl 

in a simple dress 

her particles of grief rattling the windows 

It lasts for seconds,

like a star shooting from

the corner of my eye

 

I turn over 

and dream of glass breaking 

 

 

 

 

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And then...there is

And then...there is YOU...

and this is poetic alchemy!