People took their senses and left.
They exited through a fold in time.
Their path was lined with palm fronds.
Their path was lined with paintings of palm fronds.
The moon stalls in the heavens above Chicago.
A layer of ice slicks Lake Shore Drive.
A whiteness flattens the landscape perspective.
A whiteness evaporated lifting everything.
People entered a backdrop constructed of Goodwill items.
A thick salt shaker glowed a phosphoric white.
Its glow burned eyeballs at ten paces.
Its glow burned a lattice of family silhouettes into memory.
The moon starts across the heavens.
It is done with showing us the same face.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
