FF15.July.21

Flashlight
By Peter Mladinic
On the big dark hanger deck of an LPH
more in it than on it, the dark
a mouth, the flashlight, you click it off.
There you are, all dark.
The deck goes, the passageways
the aft brow, the dock in cold daylight
Brooklyn goes, the Brooklyn Bridge,
tunnels wooded paths window sills
of the past. Dark is all,
you walk in that mouth
the light’s beams all that come between
you and the dark. Your thumb moves
the tab down. No light, dark like you’ve
never been in, you click the tab, the light
on, you walk. The dark is everywhere.
ColdCoffee | eric—stock.adobe.com
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