Apart, we trip

photo by the author

to reach

high peak

then fade

like zap from lightning bolt

apart, we trip

sun room spinning

fan hums

outside the ring of fire

stuck on heel

reveal

delusions

sprinkle on hot steamy Tuesday afternoons

develop in photo booms

exclamation potential

self slips away

yet your form is here

like ash

drifts from the tray.

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From my book “Word Streams Image Dreams” available on Amazon.

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