SPACE
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1 min readJan 21, 2017
Movement
Notes on a score
A starry frontier
reach, stretch,
explore
Despair of emptiness
The hope it can be filled
Place of rest
to breathe
A painting
Not enough space is chaos
Too much breeds
insanity
Between us
is infinite and
only inches
but too far
too heavy
to reach out my hand
to touch, or chin tilted up
for a kiss
I am not satisfied with this
I move the couch
dust, clear the clutter
so there is more
to enjoy
The vast emptiness
Soothed in my loneliness
A lone poplar on the prairie
filled with the endless possibility
of long grass that sways
in the wind
for miles
and miles