Monday, March 8, 2021

Overheard at Table 3: The Border

The Border

It's the border.
Here, in the middle of the night,
Hiding from the lights, listening for
the buzz of the propellers of the drone,
here, there is no border, there is
no demarcation line, there is only
one step
in front of the last step taken,
before the next step,
& on til dawn.

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