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Telekinesis

If she placed herself just right
she could move beyond the walls
past the concrete and brick
the asphalt
the scuttling of vehicles
the sudden siren
the screeching child

A shimmering of leaves, a sighing of tiny wings
The soft river of wind
Barefeet dancing on the wires

If she placed herself just right
she could move beyond the walls
past the concrete and brick
the asphalt
the scuttling of vehicles
the sudden siren
the screeching child
A shimmering of leaves, a sighing of
tiny wings
The soft river of wind
Barefeet dancing on the wires

Sheryl Shapiro, 59

Seattle / Brooklyn, NY

 
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