Passing (8/9/11) Poem by Ryan Cole

Passing (8/9/11)



From hand to hand
Gentle touch moving silence
Held in this leaky vessel before moving on
To something, what not known
But here once, part and whole

Passing now, yet remembered always
The remnant of love is still love
What remains to us
from hand to hand
passing gently

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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