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Reaching Out

You are sitting far out, cannot see, whether comfortably, or shifting about, raise your hand, or even legs, do something, and at least act, there is distance, between you and me, I do not know if you wished it covered, at least I do want to traverse it, I am gesticulating wild, and you are simply quiet, a blob of presence, out there, for me to look, and throw my hook.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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