TRANSMORPHISM – III

 

It happened as I wrote
words morphing
to another tongue
again

new days old acts
like thieves
with faces masked
we hide we hunt
the simple things

on barren streets
in darkened cars
engines running
like junkies
waiting for the drop-off.

 

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont. 4.1.21

 

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