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#3093 poetry *

photo : Split Apple Rock, the boats come and go to this part of the world, a spot so popular it has been selected as a stop in the local monopoly.

In the fog of loyalty

shadows move

following a path that seemed

mapped out in advance but

instead reveals the limits

of its territory.  Who are we?

And what does that mean?

to a wise  eye and a sympathetic ear?

*posted for the first time in June 2023, edited in June 2024