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September 2021

By Laura van Meijeren, Poet in residence 2021-2022


It’s probably the slightly stooping stance
hands that reach into a breast pocket
in order to retrieve a balled up hypothesis

or perhaps it’s actually the habit
of looking at something without being able to see

the only discourses I hold these days are internal
my tongue a redundant lump,
the future reduced to an obstinate longing

while countless others walk, hopeful,
into your embrace

and it’s as if you look at the world
through those windowed-eyes of yours, mistrustful,
that our gazes reconnect

in a reflection, an exchange of views
we are connected somehow, by what divides us

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