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Just When
by Stan Galloway
Just when I think that darkness
is all I will ever see,
that the sun will never shine again
for these poor eyes,
there is a twinkle in the street,
a place I wasn’t looking,
the glimmer of a storefront bulb
caught and
turned and
transformed
by the tiny stud in your silhouette,
like an airport’s distant beacon
calling, “come this way –
this is where
you need to settle down.”
Just When
by Stan Galloway
Just when I think that darkness
is all I will ever see,
that the sun will never shine again
for these poor eyes,
there is a twinkle in the street,
a place I wasn’t looking,
the glimmer of a storefront bulb
caught and
turned and
transformed
by the tiny stud in your silhouette,
like an airport’s distant beacon
calling, “come this way –
this is where
you need to settle down.”
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