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Lids

 

close your

eyes see

the shapes

take you 

to another

place

 

triangles

on fire

blotches

neon pink

and embers

with desire

 

windows 

outlines

A-frames

slashes 

meant to

memorialize

 

stories

of the 

past 

fill

the 

present

 

the

hottest

blues 

scrape

the

edges

 

ladders

to 

a

world 

yet

reached

 

 

© Candice Reineke 2022

 

 

 

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