Hovering

~Deana J. Tavares

Tall glass walls

Surround

And glazen swirls

Lifelines leading

To other worlds

 

Onward

This journey

Stories

They stream

Open or closed

A lucid dream

 

Their pureed

Thoughts

Of participles past

Streaming by in a blur

Snatched

From the atmosphere

Opening doors

 

It’s in the air

Burnt toast

Of change

Clinging to garments

The scent

It remains

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