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zen touch

we touch upon

the wheel's edge 

admiring and yearning

for the endless turning


we speak about

the zen of when

the hollow meets

the solid road


but space unending

ends unanswered

the endless questions

of the snow


change the motion of our plans

touch me with your steady hands.


-- douglas brent smith


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