Space

Here is a space looking to be filled while this world is cut off for now .A few headlights are found on a  transit road ,a refugee washed ashore on beach, baby who kissed beach head down.

My space will be filled by the poem what it all means for a space to unfill , a death on the future side of a pancreas, a memory dead from a laughing face .

We  make poems of space we lose.

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