Poetry

This Thing We Do

t h i s - t h i n g = w e +  d o

a life line formed

in perfect time

in between you

and between i

we were in tune

we were aligned

birds in the sky

_ + _

flowers bloomed

a light beam drawn

from pencil marks

these things we do

left now’t to chance

you left the room

i followed you

into the dark

//

These things we do

brought winter time

they

opened doors

inside my mind

i’m sure you

saw those

things i do

these - things - we - do

in perfect time

///

This looking glass

i see you through

you walk along

adjacent lines

don’t take your time

t h i s - t h i n g = w e +  d o

these light beams formed

in perfect time

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(I AND ME_)

Thomas Hawkins