Liz Dolan
May 2014

As a child
I listened
most
to what was
not said

to the chasm
between
the spoken words
that floated out
and hung
in the air
like morning mist

to the soft sighs
between
the soft syllables
to the breaths
between
the Oh… yes
and the Maybe… so

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