Friday, October 07, 2022

the knowing

the moon a face outside this window 
almost fluorescent, hovering outside 
of the day

I find I am alone in this encounter
though voices may bloom through
an open door 

they knew me before I had a history
or even a story... even when I stayed
just the same 

the moon, the day, the door... waiting
for me, uncut by memory, they know
that I'll show

Pic: Lafayette street art pic from EM.

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