Norman Santos - Save A Room

Like the earth
I listened to the moans
of your footfalls,
every resentful thud
grinding in the rough
impendency you carry

The harried, the hunters –
we all ran in circles
for we are born to run
and flow like rivulets;
do not fret

Keep your faith
for the bounty in serendipity
roaming this circle
without a trace,
and save room
for emergency and beauty
in the empty space
you carry

Norman Santos

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