trust by John Sweet

not magic, but something real

something pure,
and i have  been trying to thank you
……………………………………………for it
in these last dying days of October

i have been walking down dead-end streets,
past the ghosts of suicides,
pasts burned-out gas stations,
and i have spent enough of my life being blind
to finally understand the gift of
vision

i have tasted you in the grey light
of silent afternoons

have only wanted more

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