Space
Leaving one seat for another-
a warmer, tighter space
almost claustrophobia inducing
except
for the peace.
The privacy and the silence
cause the whole world
to open in front of me.
There’s no lies
no politcis
no worries.
Only me
Alone at last.
Posted on March 29, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged life, poem, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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