Decades have flown by like comets in the thick darkness of unknown spaces leaving a gentle tail of magical sands. He continues his steadfast journey carefree through a dragnet of faces without features, robots in a crowd. Dim tales slowly vanish upon the cosmos; will they subsist long enough to be captured by the eyeless souls of those passers-by? Choices are few for the invisible wanderer making small waves with his feeble wings no one notices the fierce fires of his pains. He recalls a glimpse of those lovely days when he imagined he could be seen smiling at those who merely ignored him. He can find no anchor in this odd diversity alone his warmth turns to a frigid death as the shooting star disappears for another century. Closing those tired thoughts he is resigned as he considers these lines once in darker ink have now faded as he to oblivion.
About the Poet:
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.