she told me last night
that the beetles were gone.
she tried to see where they went,
blinded, squinting at the sun.
as i gaze at the distance
the mile-high window
admonishes the light
blinding. inpenetrable.
i wonder where they could be.
and if she's lost her faith.
her faith in me.
i bet her love for the world.
but i believe i will return.
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Very beautiful your poetry.
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Does mile-high refer to airplane or a city on a mountain?
I am little confused by the mention of beetles; perhaps threading that throughout the poem instead of mentioning once would be a way to connect it to other aspects of the poem.
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