Random poetry flinging

[varadia]

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Transient

There’s a voice on the wind
that speaks behind me
wearing a face that should be mine
and isn’t
a doubled reflection in a night-blackened window
mirroring me transparent
against a backdrop of street lamps
and headlights
and pavement
and the faintest trace of stars.