Standing outside in the snow,
letting my toes and the tops of my thighs grow
colder and colder, listening
to the quiet that makes this place as
empty
as it could ever be. The distances
grow, the spaces between
buildings, between people, between thoughts
s t r e t c h
out and out and out.
Perhaps,
if I stand outside in the snow,
I will be left alone,
I will be alone,
I will be ALL ONE.
1 comment:
Nice use of space in this poem. I especially liked the "empty" all by itself in the middle of the page.
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