Outside the Walls I run down the path, looking for an opening, but the red portal is closed, and the steel doors are bolted. I could climb the ladder into the pink sky, but then I may be seen by a drone or sniper. I run the circumference, hoping for access, hoping to find a sentry who will take me to you. I don't know why I am looking for you. I don't know what I will say to you. Ed Gold Ed Gold is a Charleston, SC poet who has published a chapbook, Owl, and over seventy poems in various journals, including the Cimarron Review, Kansas Quarterly, and Rat's Ass Review. One of his favourite gigs today is running the Skylark Contest for the Poetry Society of South Carolina. He discovered ekphrastic writing in this artist's studio, where he wrote this poem.
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