Watching

Hands form bridges Stretched out across Your cage And mine.

Brown eyes speak About my world; But how could you Unless It is both our worlds And you know that.

Differences distract from Seen connections; Hands make signs Marking in or out Matters not.

Our pact across The self-made gulf Connecting You and I.

Who keeps? Who watches? Who comforts? Who protects?

If not us Then who?

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