People looking for each other
Duck their heads inside
Churches and kitchens and
Parking lots and bathroom stalls and
Prison cells
And red rock canyons so pretty and big
Make you feel like a drop of water
On the cold quiet stone forever
Sometimes
People find what they're looking for
And sometimes
They only find empty space
And a ringing in their ears
So they turn their necks away
And their heads follow shortly after.
Sometimes
I stay and listen.
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The ways of life is like that; with our choices on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.