Sunday, April 14, 2019

mist

sometimes what you don’t say
hangs in the air
                          like a mist
that coats everything
like dew
              like frost

i would like us to speak
more directly
not drawing large figures
that lurk in shadow

we need to discover
a new language
the old one isn’t working
we keep moving
past one another
                            like mist

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