SIGHT LINES
Some see
their hands alone,
and how
they can either be open,
or clenched.
Some see
the people around
and how they traffic
in kindness
and hate.
Some see
the world spinning
and wonder how
such tiny spots on its surface
can turn into so much
blooming, or cancer.
Some see
the heavens expanding
and shake their weary
head at the insanity that
a punch still hurts so bad,
but love it all anyway.
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