The ordinary waits at the edge of strangeness, but returning no longer means going back unchanged.
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At the edge of returning, the ordinary removes its coat. It has been waiting in the cold, patient as a gate. I reach for the familiar face. It is mine, but altered— old enough to tell the truth.
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A crossing-at-night poem about moving when the signal changes and choosing action over waiting.
A platform-side poem about a last train, a softened ticket and the light of other lives moving beyond reach.
A late-night road poem about taking the wrong exit, leaving an old stopping place behind and continuing without a map.
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