Random poem I wrote in Political Science class because I made eye contact with someone, we broke it, and it got me thinking.

Rating: Well yeah, if you live in Europe


Tiny black dots on blue circles
meet with mine
hold, 2, 3
Why do we both move?
Why can’t we hold?
I just want to meet
The amazing things that happen
in that moment
somehow we communicate
without words
without motion
just existing together
we’ve never spoken
but we have talked

© 2004 Morgan Foster

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