February 15, 2008
By Zack Hartzman, New City, NY

Everyday I continue my work
Searching for the perfect fit
And placing them
In their perfect spots
As hours go by
I search for a piece
That I can’t seem to find
So I continue my work
Not rushing
But definitely not slowly
I move at a decent speed
Piece by piece the puzzle gets larger
Except for this one spot
Staring at me as I move ahead
Hours pass
And then days
And months have gone by
Until my final piece is placed down
Except for that single spot
In the center of the puzzle
Staring at me
In the center
Of this complex master piece
That is life

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