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*I previously shared this poem in Newsletter #11. I send out newsletters every 2-3 months. If you would like to be updated about my creative projects, please sign up for my newsletter (scroll down to the bottom of this page). You live in a house made of glass. It’s fragile, So I make sure to be careful around you. I cry sometimes, When I see you but cannot touch you Because you are behind the glass wall. Sometimes I wonder If you can hear me at all. The glass is so crystal clear That birds of my words Occasionally crash into it. When that happens, I lift them up and hold them gently-- Tiny balls of feathers. After a while, they seem better. And then they are ready to fly toward you again. They probably hope That one day the glass will disappear. Is that silly? Or is that what people call love? To find my other video poems, visit this page.
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