Between

April 15, 2011
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Why won't
you let me slip
into
the space between
where the dewdrop
meets the grass blade?

When the sun
melts
and burns
we're unsure
of where the
space goes.

Let me be
the space
between
the dewdrop
and
the grass blade.

Let me be
certain
of the
uncertain
just once.





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