Tunnel Light

 

At the correct angle

the light perforates the dark.

Follow through

reverberating swashes of sound.

Bass note

bounces down the pour over.

Corrugated stepping stone

plays back my expiration.

Point x meets point - y

in the quadrant of both.

Artificial it may be.

This beacon functions

none-the-less efficient

for foreign fords.

The other side.

You’re now in Missouri.

Poem and Photo copyright by Mar Startari, 2019

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