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After Beckett
1 min readMay 18, 2020
the blue sky
and no marker
but looking
while feeling
the crack in mug
in hand
before openings
in a dwelling
the blue sky
and only marks
in the sky
some of them alive
with or without
our knowing
the cracks in air
so tiny
necessary
the blue sky
the last marks
memory
turning away
to feel the cracks
inside wider
making marks
on pages
borrowed light
