Spaces
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.
shutterclick
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.