Negative Space / Poem by Christine Tabaka

Poem by Christine Tabaka
 
 
Negative Space
 
Humming a tune,
the song is never sung.
 
Strumming the cords,
a melody is lost.
 
Counting minutes,
hours turn to days.
 
Seeking direction,
a course is all but set.
 
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