Queuing Up

My moment rings more blue
than yours, some
infinitesimal fraction
slower, the thought
broadcast through your eyes
misread. The blind spot
filled in by surroundings
altogether missed your gun

and I am falling
through a thousand
flashes of birdwing,
stone wall, field,
open doors
and familiar faces
with countless names.
Sidewalk, brick,
wrought iron
chain link eyes
dirt road

rush headlong
with the tile floor
cool to the touch

and fading



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