Roves

A landscape formed, rocks
that dissolve
over time, inside the cave
smiles are felt,

not seen. From there
a walk along
an unnatural canal,
his eyes don’t adjust

so quickly. A pair
of shades and he’s ready
to destroy myths:

Bats can see.
Tornadoes can pummel
downtown church steeples.
Some people can go

home. He’s not
one of them.

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