Visual artist fracks the lay-by
While listening to sheers flutter at the open window Watches a lad walking shoulders slumped arms unmoving torso bobbing up and down as he forwards along The look of obedience crystallized in one freeze frame Does the boy know what he is walking away from versus advancing is there a reason A simple rectangular fixed frame safekeeping perhaps a secret And can distance loosen tension between desire for destination and dissolving behind the curtains The threat of malice versus misericordia a white unfurled once crisp cap flung to the invisible muses How once pristine the view of simple shoulders and the breathing of one boy in view
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