At the end of the corridor, at the end
of every day if only one looks carefully
past the doors and the aseptic shine
there is a moment when the neutrals
that damp down vision part, and there,
shining through the glass is another,
more ethereal world.
Published by llcadle
Author of the poetry collection The Tethered Ground and Professor of English at Missouri State University. Contact me for readings or for workshops on writing/publishing and on teaching writing online.
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