Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

You can tell by the fireworks.

To this day,

people’s hearts are set to the clocks

in their homelands,

far away.

They go off at different times,

then the smoke clears and the sky

remains mysterious and quiet until the next

full hour.

You can tell by the fireworks.

To this fateful day,

the last of 2020,

when the cheer is inaudible,

they still explode to the clocks

of faraway homelands.

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