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Larry Smith
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Touching and Telling
And how to touch all
of this with words…
Only lately have I been able to sense what lies
beneath the tears that come quick
to my eyes when I witness a moment
of loving and giving in others.
Movies have always caught me
quick in the throat, the chest, breath,
the pain that burns me to quiet tears.
I gasp, and look away…
And now I’ve been asked to
look into it…by my wife and myself:
Where do you feel it in your body?
What is it like?
… I struggle…
falling through with no one
to catch me…sad yet happy,
joy and doubt turning inside me, yet
somewhere someone is feeling it,
not me, not me… Alone
I close my eyes, breathe through,
and swallow this life again.
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