Because we all want to write more poems.
a disappearing distance
in the long life of our
growing, on the way to this
state we call human, we learned
that if we could not walk it,
we did not need to know of it.
and so when we try
to conceive of distance,
metaphysical or physical,
it is all the same. we fail. thought
summons the lover from miles away,
the dear one long gone, to take
part in a present moment.
a disappearing distance.
how
is wrapped
in the art of dreaming,
conductive magic.
neurons and their secrets.
why
is as plain
as the smile on your face
as you wake.
- Jennifer Dixey's Shared Poems
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