Crossfire

Sometimes I fall into myself

I wander stoically

from room to room      thru family or friends

acquaintances

     strangers;

lurking in shadows      anticipating shapes to move into the crossfire.

I hear nothing.

I wait with hunting eyes

for a brief moment struck with light. 

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