There is a very fine line
between writing and just sitting down
like the difference between asking and begging,
a snowglobe and a crystal ball
the most important distinctions
can be the hardest to discern:
a dropped plate,
the beginning of violence;
saying no, never answering at all;
I once dreamt of the relief of leaving,
or—
was it of going with the comfort of a welcome return?
A lake viewed from over an aeroplane’s wing.
A cold coin in the world’s outstretched palm.
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