We never truly fill
the holes—
we just
learn to live around them,
while the empty
resonates like jade.
Clear and cold.
Strike it right
it almost rings forever.
poems by Clayton T. Michaels
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© Clayton T. Michaels 2010
Images: Nancy Botkin
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