24

In the dark
sound moves
like a murmuration
of starlings, or dust
spiraling far enough
away to wonder if it’s
a person, the thin,
spinning column
until it collapses
and you know
nothing was there
but sand reaching up.
You imagined it.
Kevin swaying inside
that sound, and joni too,
waiting.

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