-k. thostenson
I.
She
writes.
He sees,
understands.
Tension continues
as they hide beside their insight.
II.
It
slows,
circles,
comes again.
Hours blink, far from her.
Something beckons: reaches in, stirs.
III.
She
walks,
sees light,
smiles briefly
her vision veiled, then
one more day collects between them.
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