Still Strangers

Each day we leave
at the same time,
our eyes don’t quite meet,
we’re not about to speak, but
our legs march together
in rhythm.

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Treegaping (40 Poems)

TreeGapingOpen is the micro poetry moniker for Trish Saunders, a Honolulu-based poet and short fiction writer.

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