Through a Crowd
Crooked
lost
light,
pathless illumination,
rippling
echo
of hands
that missed the
cue.
Darting
insinuations,
smiles hugging
whitewash
cinder block
walls,
craving the
swoosh and
click
of doors
leading
out.
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