Black Window
(Poetry) I move to a new town, but see the same old faces.
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I move to a
new town,
but see the same
old faces.
When I look through this
black window
it’s as if
nothing has changed.
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Sounds like how we talk about doing a geographic in recovery meetings. Cool poem!
It's as if the black window is directly connected to a dark past and you drag it everywhere with you. I love it, Annie.