SHIFT WORK (Postcard Poetry)

I have felt the tremors of a thousand shattered hearts,

Sent to me on the currents of a thousand cicada wings,

The rhythm of the strumming,

The agony of the shift.

My isolated heart is a lightning rod for desperate wounded love.

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