Strasse

Curtains quiver frail
with golden light
of a dormant city bowl
cupped by hills of streets
I awake with thoughts
the midnight intersection
connected forever
turning point of two lives.

One way street that we travelled
now it divides to two
remembered routes of return
a map of new directions
along streets that lead away
there are no wrong turns
just different paths
that lead to our futures.

Ciaran Burke
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