the aftermath
is swift
rushes in
to fill
the gap
the airy floating space
between
the platform
and the snow
the springboard
and the water
splash!
swish
there you go
there you are
steadying
the flow
the breath
stabilizing
normalizing
readying yourself
for what comes
next.
the morning paper downloads in a flash the morning what? tiny line bleeds straight across my tablet and in seconds voilà all is revealed...
on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...
hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...
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