all the books we read together
you over my shoulder, I over yours
in the stumbles over words,
unwieldy sentences, empty space
before thoughts slowly form
when we wander without aim
you hold your breath, allowing
chaos to braid into sense
and unravel yet again
Poems from in between 
2 responses to “Muse”
These two-line stanzas give such a wonderful feeling of space and breathing. I love “chaos to braid into sense” and that dangling last line.
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Thanks so much. Wanted that sense of space and uncertainty. Hope to catch up this weekend!
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