(Only 5 more poems to go. Part XXV is Andy pinned down by the sniper)
XXV
Treading
the boards
In a
subtle tease
Slicing
the truth
Chained
to the ground
Her
words tangled
Around
my thoughts
In wind
chimes
Gleaming
between
The
sunset
And the
edge
Of that
platform
Snapping
bullets
Around
me
Like an
invisible wall
Jolting
a distraction
Equivocatory
allowing me
To keep
ducking and diving
Between
bullets.
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