Flickering flame lights your path
Brief seconds of darkness
Your foot falters
Where?
How?
Listen, she whispers
Listen
You quiet your beating heart
The wind stops rustling
Maple leaves stick to sidewalks,
glossy
reflecting pinpricks of light
Listen, she whispers
Listen
You hear a longing
A yearning for color, word-jewels on paper,
space
Yet,
you hesitate, suspended in the dark
A crow calls
Go, she urges
Go
We’re waiting for you
—Diane Douiyssi
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