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.
MR
2021-0308
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