Kyle Brandt-Lubart

USA

 

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In the waning light

Monoliths at attention

Between Earth and sky

Sentinels of passageways

That refuse to be erased

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This hungry ghost-ling

Bereft of satiation

We learn from watching

Numb mouths feel first solace as

Their nourishment is denied

 

 

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Windowsill wistful 

Toothpick arms prop up her stare

From behind the glass 

Eyes outstretched beyond borders

Risk has a luscious allure

 

 

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Lips pursed khaki-clad 

In the hardware paint aisle

Wondering how the

Countless shades of beige became

Imagination’s captor

 

 

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One hundred trials

Didn’t teach them how to see

Before casting blame

And slamming the gilded gates

While shielding their own children

 

 

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Questions taking root

In the transition spaces

Curiosity 

Is accepting that answers

Will always be elusive

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