I live in a world of shadows
where Center Road is a light grey ribbon
and the terrier seems as a bouncing ball,
where I feel you because I hear your voice,
and your sound, not your face, is what guides me.
I was pulled onto the center of Center Road,
my view of the world cloaked in lesions.
I blinked to watch a girl rising up from the lake
who looked like a sapling walking. Her pale skin
merged with the overcast sky and into the water below.
I know the lake lies in the east,
at the end of Center Road,
not because I make out a distant color or shape,
but I can feel the sun rise in morning
and I hear what must be whitecaps on a windy day.
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