bobblehead.

I stand still
Behind this wall of glass
Dust escapes me
I never touch
I never see
More than allowed from
My piece of sky
It’s all I have
It’s all I own
Yet I’m free of worry
I have no pain
I grin and stare
And every once in awhile
When you walk by
I nod
Ever so slightly
At your world
That I can never know.

– edwin 2014

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ELW 2014

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