Crosses behind closed doors,
cross-legged and closed off,
clothes ash-flecked and indifferent –
they think she’s sad, but she’s just
laced up and alone – waiting for
no one, for time to open up,
for doors to open up, time
to unshoe, breathe out
cloudy dreams
*****
But if she smiled
the world would light up –
and you would
smile back – that’s
my best guess
Image by Tom Darin Liskey
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