Amos Thirteen

Amos in dark

The prisoner stands a full hour in his cell, looking up at the ivory square of brightness at the top of the metal door. He tries to remember (but it is only a glimmer memory): a place among trees, a fragrant silence, the voices of his family calling, and stars pricking the dark. In the corner a sad zebra watches the man who can’t remember the faces of his own family.

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