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Open

He feels he never fits
into any puzzle box whole –
psyche stamped the extra piece;
adopted for expediency;
mashed into the first available space.

A spectator in his own life,
he wishes –
from start to finish,
for a door
a widow
a field
a bit of bruised blue sky

somewhere open –
an invitation to explore;
a place to place
his signature
his word
his mark

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