Poem: Atlantic Crossing

Over my shoulder the present lies.
In front of me the past: gaudy, pointless.
I peer into this setting sun, wondering.
A window is near, the panes dusty,
Unreadable and broken.
In the sad reflection I glimpse a newer sun
And within it, another, yet another again.
I reach across and shut the window forever.

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