The Other Side
Up beyond the silver,
There is a surface that touches me still.
Unrendered like a morning smile,
The joke is that it's a breathe away from our being.
Serious as a cow I walk through it,
Waving, now, from the other side.
*For "Bite-Size Contest No27"*
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2021
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