Laughter You Cannot See

.
.
Today I
Walk
Prostrate
On my belly
Backwards
Through
Doorways
Slammed shut
Offering
My hair
Crackling static
Tangled
Small whirling
Winds singing
Tomorrow’s grief
Unarrived
The dancers
Wait
.
.
Agawela … 04.12.2016
ⓒBearspawprint2016

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