light crosses
(for my brother, kushal)
bring that inner smile,
welling up
past the blackness
bring that inner smile,
welling up
past the blackness
circling the glass of water,
colliding with
your partially folded
hands-- ready to open
to a friend across the table;
the suspense brings
a quake of quietude
leading to a word,
a smile
colliding with
your partially folded
hands-- ready to open
to a friend across the table;
the suspense brings
a quake of quietude
leading to a word,
a smile
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