Lives Poem by Jan Sand

Lives



In finite ease
We might find
Infinities
Could blind our mind
To small uniques,
Things unaligned -
The special kind
Of special times
That makes each life
A rarity,
A singularity
To confound
All clarity.
Something that might
Amuse

A muse.

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