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Held

What came up from the ground

as the day changed

time stretched between

rising and setting

 

the mind, this mind, mine

a dream of color and pattern

touched by your gaze

 

An endlessness, held.

 

It could go on

the dark of sky

the stars that are there then aren’t.

 

I’ll be there then not.

You will go on.

31poemsMegan Bowser