Distance
It's a long way
from here
to Spartanburg, South Carolina.
Calls dropped
miscommunication
so easy to read your face
so hard to read your voice.
Distance shortens, contracts.
You land at Sea-Tac like a mallard
feet first skidding into a puddle.
You call
just that much closer.
Soon
distance bridged between us
a warm embrace.
April 5, 2016
prompt: distance
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