Among a tiled floor,
dark and light,
and light and dark,
an instant apparition.
She saw a walker
shaded black
down a hall
still,
tense,
static.
Dark feeling
wheels were stiff
pulse was mute
it was death.
Half awake and half asleep, she saw the child sitting. Tiled floor red ball in hand. Did not look up didn’t even notice her, did not …
Bright morning white trees all over, edges extended on every branch with white dust all over. They remain static as if to look permanently beautiful. The sun arrives, dust dissolves …
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