Twice she left…

Waxing? Waning?

Cloud cover. Real and imagined. Newness not so shiny.

A silver sliver of shadowed quiet lost in the pin-point geometry of pierced ink. A nib. Calligraphic slide and scratch. Oiled, pigmented pulp.

Triangulated. Reference lost. Coppélia…

Coppélia…

Stone on stone on stone…

Above the subway. Devil’s elbow. Wrought gliders. Heavy. Stopped.

Stopped.

Fleeting.

Temporary.

Gone.

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