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One Hand Clapping 

A poem by Susan Glickman

One Hand Clapping

Some questions have no answers.
These are the ones we must ask.

How finds the way.
Why builds the road.

One travels light in darkness;
Two, both lighter and darker.

We are what the light makes
when it stops moving.

2 thoughts on “One Hand Clapping”

  1. Live & Learn's avatar Live & Learn says:
    May 10, 2020 at 2:22 -06:0005

    Love this…

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  2. Meghan Jones's avatar Meghan Jones says:
    June 19, 2020 at 2:22 -06:0006

    I am not sure that I agree with everything she writes but the overall notion is good.

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