Four things bind us together.
The birth of a child.
A common enemy.
The setting sun.
The fear of being alone.
Four things separate us.
Belief in only one way.
Infallible scriptures.
The fear of dying.
God's exploration of discreteness.
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“I’ll see you
When I see you”
What binds us
Alone together
Also separates us
At sunrise we hear
Pine cones bouncing
Across the roof
At twilight we watch
The cat playing
With a ball of yarn
Once the ball is unpeeled
All that remains is
The paradox of tears
[Disposable Poem November 27, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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