Sunday, July 3, 2016

the muted voice in the empty room

in the between time

in the between time when our
talk is awkward and eyes dart
and we appear to cower 
at the concept much less art
of crafting relation from
acquaint a ship floats apart
sails grab the wind ignore scum
and glides following no chart
ripples on surface become
a point on which focus part
hope more fear then waves crash
beauty and bare honesty 
fill in the between time now

~ ellen apple 7/3/2016

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