power plant
by janet crawford trenchard copyright 2008 driving along in the dark earth and sea to either side expecting to be surprised as always by silvery stilts rising out of the mist, Atlantis spreading its net of lights I wonder if I missed it somehow to see it standing there on stiff spiderlegs, unlit a driveby tour of a dead fairyland a woeful message spelled out in enormous runes indecipherable, reaching out to us from oblivion
Spotlight
by Janet Crawford Trenchard
copyright 2008
You know this place very well
and it is lit, isn’t it?
candlelight or searchlight
police flashlight
It’s your soliloquy
a room on a stage
in which everybody leaves you
standing amongst
odd moments of your life
-they’re your history, but
still, you think: why drag them along?
and so
you step outside the room
into the rain
with only a thin jacket, now wet
and it is that leaving
disguised as everybody
always leaving you
isn’t it?
Eos: The Creative Context 
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are you stepping outside or inside into the rain? the rain. Feel the rain.
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