tunnel the
shifting: light shadow light shadow light light shadow
soothing like a lullaby the
scent of leather
drunk and smelly father and son the
son asleep on his shoulder his
eyes tender
she covers her heart in makeup trembling
hands pays cash wrinkeled bills
her heart a
knitted baby hat her eyes longing
her hands to hold the distance
from terminal to future
closing
and from the hospital the short
distance to their lodging becomes
the final rift over which no words can wander
old hands and old rings holding
on holding warmth old
glasses and an old inscribed gold gold
retirement watch
it is a lullaby
they fall asleep
no more tunnel
and it’s dawn
and it’s daylight
and it’s dusk
and night
and i
will own the shadows
and this light
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