Cosmic Release

Equal measures of comfort
Separated ineffably by a bus route;

Perhaps all we can seek is comfort:
Happiness is too much to ask for.

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The Search Is On

Come let me write for you
As I watch a Pro Bono lecture
Take place right up front
While I sit right behind;

Many heads and ponytails
Many faces and spectacles
Many sleeping and many typing
All in the law fac auditorium;

Yet I don’t see you
Not your head nor ponytail
Not you sleeping nor typing
Where in the lac fac auditorium are you?

I wrote searching for you.