05/25/1991
9:17 pm
Congress Street
Slowly, creeping, turn the corner.
Shattered glass
sighs like passion grieved.
Curled fingers holding all
the hiss of fire rained out.
Love does an evil dive off the balcony,
laughing as she goes.
Who is he?
—Amy K Barnhill
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