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The TRAVELER has come
wall-eyed we stare
where stars blink
in an orbit
in our eyes
a photograph taken
the flash arrives
on the other side
of the lake
a wind has blown
and slightly, slightly
bends the light
caresses it
and when mammoths walked
or birds were flightless
the darkness beckoned
with promises
we are waiting
for the flash
for something to say
Smile
