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  • Lorraine Johnson

[131] The Pause

The Pause—be it long or short

knows not time.

It's where the flowers live,

the trees sway

the moon shines

the mind dreams

the kiss lives

and humanity sings.

Oh how the world casts a dark eye

when the pause lasts longer than a nigh.

Yet truth be known,

all that happens in The Pause

lives long beyond the sunrise

Quietly, or not, filling—

filling the cracks left behind

in the bustle of the grind.


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