The Space Between

Copyright © February 3, 2011, by P. R. Lowe

(found on an old scrap of paper)

You caress the treetops

and bend the boughs

with your breath.

I sometimes meet you there

above the heavy air,

only to see that you are me,

and there is nothing left unturned.

The lesson learned

is in the space between.

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