BY JULIE CHEN
Through broken fragments of
Stained rose glass
Pupils see dawn breaking. Light
Spills onto miles of ho-hum grass
and malaise unfurls, heavy
Upon the heart. Feet walk
On soles frayed. Treading
With malcontent strides, breaths
perfume the oft traveled road
With sighs of longing. The item
Of desire is a change in course. With
A heart dip fluttering, pain pulsate,
the hand clutches the roadside
railing,
Which trembles. Feet, torpid from
Treading forward, pause. The flow
Of time ruptures as swift
movement shatters patterned
routine.
Body topples through air and falls,
limbs swift swaying. Wind mutes
all emotion. Fear precipitates as
spirits rise. A change is a change, despite
inevitable death.
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