Tempus Fugit
How many times have I
written this poem while
walking out of a room
trying to remember
the brilliant nothing
that allowed all
the other somethings
to exist?
[LSS, 7/6/23]
A Northwest to Southeast writing collaboration between Laura Stangel Schmidt on Whidbey Island, WA and Robert Kostuck in Clearwater, FL.
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