Poetry

Nothing

The skies out here have no end,

the land goes for miles

and it seems there is nothing

going on,

nothing there at all;

it’s like the nighttime sky

when it is clear outside–

it may that there is

not be a lot to see

but it could be

that

you’re not looking

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