SPACES

Knowing

there is someone

somewhere

whose eyes will scan my words

rewards me

and increases the possibilities

that I will try again to share

some modest offering

that fingertips

will lay before some waiting eyes.

 

I search

an old man’s mind

and look around

and try to piece together words

that soon will fly

in spaces

that exist between us.

 

And I will marvel much

as I have done before.

 

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