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Robert Castagna

There’s an empty space—

a window, high up

where my dark thoughts


Hurricanes within

they anchor to a time

where I thought less and less

of what I amounted to

Into the air—drifting

across the busy street

expanding, they disappear

like leaves

Swirling above

the rush of people—

oblivious to the rustling sound

of the wind

that stirs

and keeps me up at night

What sunshine is held

within these leaves?

a hidden change—

I become

Part of the larger world,

a synthesis of light and dark

that breathes—


releasing the hold

on that small vision of myself

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