No I's Yet

An antique frame

with nothing inside

Four cornered and bland

hanging for the freedom of emptiness

A bare-built shell

challenging the curiosity of wholeness.


Imagine all the scraps

          words, love notes, and question marks

that may come to rest there

on any given day...


An ever changing conversation.




This poem is about: 
Our world


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