Thursday, November 16, 2017

One of Me (Day 302)

There is one of me
and one of me and none
of the other  an empty chamber
where sound and light are
deadened  the way they are
when leaves fall and pile up
in rusty old heaps  like shredded 
paper turning to dust in the gutters
or when the trolley stops running 
because the tracks lay beneath 
a blanket of snow  spread smooth 
and white as buttercream  surface 
excruciatingly unmarred  irresistible 
except  instead of two lines 
of footprints  there are only mine  
and only mine and none 
of the other in the empty space 
to my right  from where only 
the purest light glistens 


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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