Late,
when “later” feels early
when a minute stays around for more than a
commercial break—
I face the shadows that tend to crouch during
Daylight’s stint
And as they loom beside me like redwoods
I look up to see their limbs are nothing more than
Twigs
I
Can
step on
and break
If I only gave up to squint!
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