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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Open Air And Empty Spaces

by Michael Palmer

What time
this open door Her
buried eyes averted
bitter end

Small chance holds
when all else would have us running
fired from this

Stop pacing
Stop sulking
How long do we have
Not long enough

Bury this truth with your pride
beneath the tree in the yard with blossoms

and black
red again
shining white

This life will take us fighting against it

But they yet remain

Those hands
and fingers so bare and frosted
quite unusual
more real than the walls the open door
and air between alive with misdirection
a magician’s game
the truth yet hidden with each new telling
each fresh face
pulled down and turned away
pushed up and to the left of here

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