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The Glassblower
[Written originally in the Same_Oh! community. I'm very on-the-fence about the word 'until' in the third stanza. Keep it, ditch it? The line would otherwise stay the same.]
He lived next door to
Our apartment in the Projects.
His equipment was loud,
Studio of smoke and
Fire.
He caught dewdrops,
Shivering
In quiet midair. Every
One like a
Star.
Until we moved away,
Now the diamonds no
Longer sparkle, impressed
On empty
Space.
Forty-five now, among
My own children, magic
Still washes
My memory in the
Dark.
He lived next door to
Our apartment in the Projects.
His equipment was loud,
Studio of smoke and
Fire.
He caught dewdrops,
Shivering
In quiet midair. Every
One like a
Star.
Until we moved away,
Now the diamonds no
Longer sparkle, impressed
On empty
Space.
Forty-five now, among
My own children, magic
Still washes
My memory in the
Dark.
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Until is too temporal for this piece. It doesn't fit. Probably for a ton of reasons I can't access right now.
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