Is There a Poem in There?
Maybe so. I've been looking around and found one that might qualify. What do you think?
I love that the silence
between us
is as full
of laughter,
of sparkling eyes,
of the joy of connection,
as when we dance together.
Let the muse take the lead
and follow,
heedless,
and eager to discover.
And another:
For Erin
I think each of us
is a little mad.
Or at least, each of us harbors
a germ of madness
or perhaps a spark
which, given right conditions,
may blossom into brilliance,
or into something more frightening
and unfamiliar.
Is there a poem in there, in you, aching to get out?
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