In blank spaces you create

In blank spaces you create openings for blank spaces
Pools of empty blobs

There is room for yet some more
Add one more empty blob make that two

There is enough for all yet one can’t have enough
Make room make room there is room still

The gardener you would think he is tired
The task at hand is not one of labor but of love.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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