The Pygmy Giant

by Juliet Wilson

At night our minds meet over maps
of strange towns, mazes of streets
we stumbled through in daylight.

I am lost
in your sense of place,
find myself in your parallel universe.

Then time unfurls to chase us
through shadows
into endless dreams.

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Edinburgh-based Juliet Wilson blogs at Crafty Green Poet and edits Bolts of Silk.