Plodding around corners of mundane,
veering left,
I am startled, finding myself here,
wandering where
lights flare and burn for all time,
infinitely for the taking:
a strange wind,
a fragile bent of limn or leaf
has put me here,
marveling
at what -
I know not.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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