This poem is taken from Stand 238, 21(2) June - August 2023.
Shimmer
When they go away from you they wear cricket caps, short blue t shirts
you picked after searching for twenty minutes, sassy pink sleeveless
tops. They swing long arms, lurch off on rapid bikes, scooters, fast
trains, flights filled with aliens. They leave behind old habits, cracked
steps that should have been painted over long ago, empty chairs needing
...
you picked after searching for twenty minutes, sassy pink sleeveless
tops. They swing long arms, lurch off on rapid bikes, scooters, fast
trains, flights filled with aliens. They leave behind old habits, cracked
steps that should have been painted over long ago, empty chairs needing
...
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