Plato’s Plate Glass

I am sitting
by a wall of glass,
harbor outside, wind,
lightning and thunder and
in each flash
I see you next to me,

that it’s
just a camera flash moment,
sudden capture,
you are next to me.

You’re not tying one on
with Tisiphone tonight, no…
you’re here.
I’m there.

We sit… you and I.

Silent ghosts,
each other’s rainy nights.


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