place is a funny thing
space between
and also there is time
faces grown older
geography tightstitched
switched priorities and ease and also wonder
what if I what if we
always I am apologizing
too fast too slow too critical too ignorant
speak faster and the language is only part
what you’re saying should come through
(give up yours, I’ll give up mine)
every table, blessed and overflowing
eggs, beets, horseradish, butter, cheese, meat
flowers at the cemetery
dancing at the old wooden church
suddenly remembering words, toilet paper
the road that leaves so much to be desired
looking the other way past sad, bad, ugly
let us dance at random
let us invite each other, even when we cannot understand
always let us gather, even if we have no words
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