Poetry · Writing

Person on your left

Feast your eyes

the great being is here:

standing before you

kneeling besides you

cooking next door

walking the dog down the street

playing a gig at the bar

crying at a cemetery

kissing in a chapel

stuck in traffic on the way to work to their nine to five job they hate

seeing their new born baby for the first time.

 

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