Nothing to lose at the walk-in
but time—
recognition now raises the stakes
and tickles your sole,
an exquisite stone
under your rolling heel,
threatening to throw you
off balance as you
spin like a twister
before stone shadows.
You can’t pick out words
in roughly traded whispers
drowned out by a pounding
in the back of your head
against a secret door
you hope might be unlocked.
but time—
recognition now raises the stakes
and tickles your sole,
an exquisite stone
under your rolling heel,
threatening to throw you
off balance as you
spin like a twister
before stone shadows.
You can’t pick out words
in roughly traded whispers
drowned out by a pounding
in the back of your head
against a secret door
you hope might be unlocked.
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