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POEM: Unhinged

By Berniegourley @berniegourley
POEM: Unhinged

a moon-made shadow sweeps, wind-borne

tree branch tines race across the courtyard

but trees, moons, and shadows do not race

and, so, my mind & time must have become unhinged -

"unhinged" being the operable word

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