Sketch

I'm a little worried. I haven't been able to complete a poem in my journal since going to IL. Well, that is until now...

"Sketch"

He sketched
I stared
The both of us
Meticulously analyzing
Depicting
The world around us
Our connection
Them
Those beyond our eyes
Ingrained into our imaginations
As he stroked with graphite
I with ink
To make portrait the moment
To make eternal
Unspoken words
And images that call
Wanting and needing to be born;
He sketched
I listened
The both of us inscribing
Meticulously realizing
There
Where the world
Comes together
At $2.25 an illusion...
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