Between

7 Dec 2023 | by Dana Smith

Poem by Dana Smith

'Between thee and me: Burnt acres of lemon and fig. Maybe a seed.' | Photo: by Tucker Tangeman on Unsplash

Between bullet and flesh,
a spirit rising like mist, mostly unseen.

Between the thought and the deed
a sliver of time that makes the earth quake.

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