Poem: Place

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Place

A table.
A temple.
A moment.

A place.
Nothing more.
A connecting place.

No matter how prosaic,
How simple,
How public,
How private,

it is
sacred.

About this poem. 

Places matter. This I believe. The spaces we seek out. The spaces we create. Matter.

Tom

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