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To still find Grace after all of these years;
delicate flows and indelible lines
convey precisely what’s meant to be said,
no words nor syllables needlessly spent
to elaborate on the meaningless.

My mind’s tight-ruled paper,
I pace and etch a rhyme
to unite ear and heart;
neurons, mighty like swords,
spongy as black felt pens,
fire away,
classic two-step,
short couplets paired
illuminate
profound nothings.

We’re blessed,
able
to write
of life
we love.

Grace
is
where
I’ll
find
her.

© Chagall 2014