Jack stares at me
With his sunken eyes,
Thin wiry grin,
And winged bat bow-tie.
Seeking more than present
He larger than the familiar
Not knowing the extent
Of what lies beyond.
Beyond,
Sally watches him
All encompassing
Her world is singular-
It is him and him alone.
It was always him.
20.1.11
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