The Street Back Home – A Poem

Image ~ ~ Elea Andrea Almazora

I have uncanny memories of lives / I did not live, / of deaths I did not suffer, / of history I / did not make / as I avoid the watchful, / the waiting eyes of raptors / at the creeping / turns of a dying lamp's light / I do not anymore remember / how to truly fight

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