Beneath the Rusted Sky

Photo/Poem, Photographs, Poem 1 Minute

He sits in the space where nothing begins,
A man folded into himself,
his hands still, as if waiting to explain
what the world refuses to ask.

The shutters are closed, the light withdrawn,
and yet the graffiti hums—
a hymn of guilt, a language he cannot speak,
scribbled by ghosts who pass unnoticed.

Behind him, the city vanishes,
its weight pressed into his spine.
He is no longer afraid of falling;
the earth has already claimed him.

Is this the moment the world forgets him?
Or the moment he forgets the world?
The air thickens with questions,
each heavier than the silence they fill.

Kandy, Sri Lanka

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Published by davestankowicz

Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Cody. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him. Dave is the former host of the WMPG radio show Palm Wine Radio, and currently hosts Next To Silence - an hour long show that explores different themes, genres, artists and record labels. Next to Silence can be streamed live on Peaks Island Radio at https://peaksislandradio.com on Mondays and Fridays @ 7:00 PM EDT, and Tuesdays @noon. You can also stream archived shows at his site (category: next to silence) He continues his lifelong efforts to master space and time.

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