Optokinetics
I can”t see you,
he would say
when wishing to shun.
What could I do
to make my presence known
again?
Relegated to a winter”s garden.
Fronds of fern
withered by frost,
and pines
with wintergreened tops.
Barely surviving in this solstice;
the penumbra of his light.
I sought clemency
while shivering
and seeking
his sight.
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