broken glass
a vaudeville dance
of broken glass
in the spotlight, and
there you were: a
constant of
changing futures.
if I could remember
just one expression
of that light,
I could forget
your face.
through diffused
windowed fabric,
morning patterns itself
quietly on my wall.
that's all the light
I need to guide
this affair.
Rick Burnett Baker
Posted over on his site Efficient Agony
Listed as #81 over on Magpie Tales 63
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