Have we no room for circumstance?
Gasping at white layered patterns in plain view,
Having heard somewhere this meant troubled potential
We turn our eyes inward
Maybe no one noticed,
As nothing was said,
It was all in that look
We kept walking …
I’m not sure if that was an apparition
Or a memory I didn’t remember until now,
Potsherd or papyrus
Bottle cap of fancy notepads,
Something or someone was there
And now, it’s quiet here …
Am I to believe in dreams again?
Is it possible for me to find the string that wanders within my midst
With both hands,
And these scattered thoughts
Run right into morning convinced …
By: alisa js
5.26.07
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