3-24-12
The fabric of our lives,
Undone, dirty, and deprived,
A loose finger, a wandering
eye,
Leave them on the table.
Look, but don’t pry.
Send somersaults through the
air.
Watch the world scatter.
You’re a witness.
You’re a cause.
You keep climbing, climbing
the ladder.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2012
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