Someday We Will Join Hands As Stars in the Night Sky

The Bard of Liminga

We
are poets
our fingers are verses
of a double cinquain separated
by the

spaces
between fingertips nearly touching
through the foggy
window
pane.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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