Even That

Even that was without controversy
floating above the fray.
Multiplying a hundredfold
like everything today.
I was outside
in the crowd,
still alone
feeling somebody else's excitement.
So deep to suggest
falling with open arms
embracing a simple gesture.
It matters. Even that.

Even that lately,
has no shadows,
no words to describe
holding on
to see the night through,
streaming the profound digitally.
Oh my god, seriously.
Falling from the ground.
From a sad mug of coffee & hazelnut cream.
From the skin of an exquisite shoulder
is enough to turn your head.
Even that has gravity.

by Gary Winkel

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