Jakky Bankong-Obi
Epiphany

Sometimes on the cusp
of a storm, as the sun
floats to shelter, stealing
from cloud to cloud, she
finds a slit in space, drips
tints of golden light and
spotlights on the shape of
things, highlights; slant of line,
curve in form. Suddenly, the
unveiling of a new vista,
in old familiar places,
say epiphany.

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