Pauses in Conversation

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That window between walls
of conversation
when anything can happen
when lightning can strike
and houses burn to ashes
dams can
burst, tires may puncture
lust trickles out
of chest wounds, seething
mouths connecting
tongues wag
defiantly at each other.
Shit can and will happen.

And each chance, each breath
spent speechless, each
heartbeat closer or
further away from another
Is a draft fresh air after
a lifetime of mildew,
a reminder of how
beautiful a sprawling tree
or a gnarled iron fence
can be
without words, or
an acrid tang of the
empty moments
living inside a lost feeling
a vacuum of faded
spaces where pictures
used to hang.

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