this is not
this is not
this is …again, where we stand.
perfectly still…
again, my heart in my throat
my head in my hands.
This is a very large, very empty
Room.
this is not
this is not
this is …again, where we stand.
perfectly still…
again, my heart in my throat
my head in my hands.
This is a very large, very empty
Room.
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nice pic, nice poem.
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echoes like an
anxious reverb
on marble & metal,
alone am i with
the concourse on high
and noonday sun rays
shining God’s grace
as tears roll and
drip
slowly down my face.