a door to the south closes
a western wall of brick stands tall
in the middle of an eastern sea,
seagulls fly in all directions
catching available currents but
none strong enough to take
them home... hunters fire their
rifles aimlessly thinking they
are Canadian ducks invading
our lakes and rivers... we look
to each other for salvation, and
find nothing but excuses and an
empty house with open doors
and windows... we are new to
this era of time, not understanding
its location or purpose other than
it is a convenient place to rest.
August 28, 2023
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