The Distance Between Us
You sit there
I here
A
table’s breadth
A
city’s width
A
continent divides
More
than distance’ measured miles
More
than minutes timed
An
endless horizon
of
broad plains and prairies
barren
salt flats
frozen
tundra
A
train uncouples
A
mountain cleaves
the
foghorn sounds its warning
too
late
You
sit there
I
here
yet,
yet,
there’s
a vast gap of empty between there and here
Special thanks to EAN.
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