AWARE of the hour, the
SHANK of the evening
when golden light and
sharp shadows FLASH
across the floor, a jarring
CLASH between the clear
light and the worn
and dusty spaces

So, too, do I feel in this moment
a keen awareness of our world,
its brilliance and its flaws

Georg’ann

Here BOUND by fear
PLACE not often habited
CLASS stirs impulses
they CLASH within.

Heather