Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Monday, May 17, 2010
If Only
Somewhere there’s a reason
Waiting for a question
With anxious, long-held breath,
Hiding in the apathetic shadows
Cast by the flickering images
On all those primal screens.
No one ever asks.
Still, the reason feels fear.
Anything is still possible.
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