Daily Prompt: Evoke

At sunrise, our mountain sits above this lowly place where I perch feebly

under unseemly artificial light,

practicing clumsy French from simulated recordings, while

drinking half-warm tea.

Her illuminated face evokes a nobility

absent from our new existence;

consequently, in her gaze of condemnation,

I feel shame.



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