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First published in Section 8 Magazine.

Tall, undaunted,

he stood steadfast,

his chin motionless,

his eyes fixed

on unseen objects

across a limitless expanse.


Hope had been offered,

conciliation, concession,

seamless, fluid resolution

until words seemed to wane

in the fitful breezes that played

across the stillness of the night.


Again she tried,

whispered his name,

proffered a smile,

an outstretched hand,

and watched his ashen face cant forward,

his foot moving out into cool, thin air


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