watching as the
ash falls burning
his hand shakes
a bit as he writes
first thoughts
then whatever
comes his way
measured by
books stacked to the ceiling
creating a wall
to hide behind
nothing to hide
words
on the page
complete stranger
heard words
again over and over
the bridge back
to the spot
made another
connection
from where I am
sitting
staring out the window…
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