Is this glass bowl of cashews
A snack or just ambient scenery?
I never know what can be touched.
I have fine candles that have never been lit.
My favorite shoes are always racked and
My time here has become the joke
I’ve practiced telling so much
I no longer find it funny, myself.
But I’ve learned to tell it well
And that’s the difference
Between the seed and its shell
Between the silence and the sound,
The pause before everyone laughs.
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