try to warn away the looks
dissuade the conversation
i’ve never been good at this
maybe because i’m so good at this
don’t know how not to
continue to fall from grace
every time i’m in this place
every road i choose
i know the crossing signs
before i arrive
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There is always that hand reaching out for us each time though, isn’t there?
yes. 🙂
This is what blogs are about. The photo and the poem become something greater than their sum, which is considerable to begin with. You keep speaking; I’ll keep hearing you.