Every morning
On my way to work
I cross over
Two parallel lines
Cutting a tunnel
Through Old Wesselman’s Woods.
Once, I stopped
And peered through the oculus
Discovering
Two parallel lines
Appearing to converge
In the distance,
A vanishing point.
My morning illusion
In perspective.
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David Kuhn
CarpeDiem-Life.com
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