Space

Here is a space looking to be filled
While this world is cut off just now
A few headlights on a  transit road
A refugee washed ashore on beach
Baby who kissed beach head down.

My space will be filled by the poem
What it means for a space to unfill ,
A death on future side of pancreas
A memory dead from laughing face .
We  make poems of space we lose.

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