CORNER SHEPARD

a gravel voice

dirty hands

fall and winter

in his hair

fire eyes looking

for a curious glance

as he points up

signaling the end,

suggesting everyone

line up

under stars and sun

as arrows target

the weights

and measures

unlocking the door

within you


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