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even better than the writing is the not writing
even better than the rooms are the hallways
even better than the fingers are the missing rings
even better than the cookies
are the empty greasy spots on the baking sheet

how will I know, she wondered,
and her backache said, just start
but where should I start, she said,
and her sore feet said, right here
and when do I stop, she asked
but there wasn’t a good answer

even harder than the aches are the wants
even harder than the fists are the open hands
even harder than the waiting is the being
even harder than the trees
are the countless, nameless, hopeful flowers

I walked over a bridge, she said
I opened a letter, and I learned something new
I closed a book, and I missed so much
I sat on a bench, and I laughed

even older than the sense is the nonsense
even older than the aches are the hollow rooms
even older than this poem is the waiting
even older than the end
is the constantly shifting beginning

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  1. Beyonce VelezAugust 20, 2020 at 10:58 PM

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