Caroline Shie Poems

White single blocks enveloped within a frame
Random lines and curves creased on a slight exertion
Yet a split second later and the next
They were gone: hidden, enclosed, long gone.
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if things could be what things could have been,
if things could know what things could have known,
if things could show what things should have shown,
if things could mean what things could have meant
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On his fingers a coin sat silently
As inanimate as it is, I swear I saw it twitch
It was restless
Excited perhaps
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