Light

With our slaps on the back
we think of wishes
that never broke from their dreams,
like those pictures
that only came forward
once something was to be made
and someone else
was there to be burned.
We feel these enchanted moments
every time someone’s hands
touch our backs,
boldly taking the assumptions
into a more believable
and reliable day.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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