In the space between mah jongg games and block parties,
Between counting drug transaction and arguing over street usage,
In the space between births and deaths and the meals that follow,
Between carpooling, vacationing, camping, gossiping, sewing, crying,
In the space between sharp words and apologies,
Between advice and silence,
In the space between these street trees and our private lives,
Between feeling like we can handle it and realizing that we can't,
Somewhere in there is the heart of all this.
I would be a lesser person if I didn't live here.
1 comment:
WHEN DID YOU START ANOTHER BLOG?
I haven't even read Utah Vestibule yet.
I can't even seem to write a sentence a day on mine.
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