I walk in circles now, following paths forward that crossover
roads I once considered. Time trips onward but no longer
is the line straight, no longer a captive of direct. This light
is lit now like a last lap, here, in this place once prized,
once positioned next to pride on platforms now too proud
to be passed off as plausible. I’m on the count-down to lift-off
while still turning corners teased with reflections that once shone

with the shade of an old shadow long since shed.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

 This month is about looking back in order to move on, shedding old shadows to make room for fresh frames, a farewell to Living with Paris