The Wall

There is something between us

As plain as day, or the greens on

A child’s untouched plate 

 

This space, empty as a hand

That catches wind or

Love in the absence of hate

 

Nestled between us, resolute as a

Suicide bomber, this wall, its 

Existence eager to satiate

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