Thursday, April 29, 2021

Glitch

 

The air is crisp

The dark is beckoning

I look up at the clouds

Searching, always searching

For a glitch in the mundane

A tear in the fabric

Something out of sync

And not of this world

Sighing, somewhere between wonder

And disappointment

I go on home

Maybe tomorrow night…


Jessica S.
Apr 2021
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