Lighthouse Waiting, by Gwendolyn Clare
I am alone now. The gates mostly stand dark against the starscape; you are the first to come this way in some time. I hold myself together, hold myself out, and after so much practice I can do it almost without thinking. I sing my warning song made of radio waves and light. This, too, … Continue reading Lighthouse Waiting, by Gwendolyn Clare
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