to the everyone
close an instant
behind a wall a curtain a
timepiece
can't see it
can't see for the crowd
there's one who says little
seems asleep almost
sees much
reflects more
too near to alone
spaces with current
walk is push and keep on
tall is under hunched shoulders
that ol' chestnut
the one who stoops
too near
These recent poems are excellent. A good wave you're riding.
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