The little one in us all
At feats of day and nights of dreamAwakens in the soul
A curious heart and bloody lip Tasted fresh, with teeth pressed preserved
A sense of being from which to hang
The little one in us all
The One Another
The space between you and I
Warms a heart and leaves a breath The space between you and I
But with no place remains always
A part that is not me
And a part that is not you
The space between you and I
Within I live each day as the other
Sidewalk Poetry
There is place where the busker and the saxophone meet
There is place where the busker and the saxophone meet
Where chalk and heart teach
And with each day and rain erase
The permanence of our time and place
Poems taken from collection in process: Erasable Brushstrokes & Other Misc. Lines in the Sand)
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