OPEN

Sweet conjecture,
that plane of possibility
between earth and sky,

a space that speaks
a common language
with the eyes

recording reaction,
replaying surprise
without words, yet

we try painting
moments, matching
colors, so as not to forget,

blending sounds
into a song
to carry in our heads—

small reminders
to hang in the hall
like windows, open.

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