are like
an ancient light
arriving late
with no time
to turn back
to retrace
falls flat
stale and old
but stings
the retina
nevertheless
or the mind
Michael Acker
About the Author: Michael Acker lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. He has lived in various parts of the world; his early education was in German and French(Munich, Germany). Mike enjoys writing short poetry, especially with the intent of exploring the possibilities latent in a single image.
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