Emptiness Poem by Maxinne Morris

Emptiness



There was no magic flute
To pipe his way,
Though he had far to go.
No sunset wanderings,
In the end.
No mound, no grave, no sign
That he was here.
But oh...the empty space,
It was hard for us to know.
In reaching out...
No hand to grasp.

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Maxinne Morris

Maxinne Morris

Camas, Washington, USA
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