FOR JUST A MOMENT

he crosses all seasons,

 

jagged paths

stitched to paper maps

 

past meadows

cleared by hands

 

towns with forgotten

names

iron fence posts

empty buildings

exhausted like a

defeated fighter

 

one more corner

and another,

following after

like a wheel

off balance,

desiring a warm

cup of coffee

to heal the wounds

inside,

even for just

a moment

 


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