Into Empty Spaces
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Riding roughshod through life, not wanting to speed up
or slow down, sliding into realms of another life that
used to be.
Awakened in the peace of every morning, now so hard to
find my place there once again, listening to rhythms of
yesterday.
Being strummed and played incessantly, always bringing
me into empty spaces where I creatively make things hap-
pen in many imaginary situations.
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