Questions

But then –
there are faces,
that with one glance
could write volumes,
but mostly
filled
with questions.
Like scattered chapters
without a beginning,
a middle, or end.
Like a book
without
its binding,
so much
of its loose leaf
caught up and
gone to the wind.
But still, to go looking
to find
the missing rest.

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