Girl

A single wing swings against the sun
and swipes away the light.

Was it a moment or a lifetime
she thought was passing by?

Was it the primal dark of dawn
or last descent of evening haze?

I couldn’t tell you.
She’ll say that nothing met her gaze.

And anyway,
all thoughts that never end are vague.

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