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I tend to stand outside of them
and think outside.
Those moments open
like a picture book.
I see and wonder
where the words went.
I wonder and see
what the words could be.
Awww, hang it all
I missed one again.
Time to stretch and think
about you.
Here and now.
Hold your hand
and let slip my fingers
between yours.
Here and now.
Pray that our thoughts
can be one highway
connected.
For Barbara on a wedding day
Gerald the Writer 