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You would be
Evergreen in the
Spring, blending
Thick and prickly in,
Endearing your rough
Roots to the new season’s
Dew. They slither and hiss
Among the grass blades, 
Yelling shadows while
Searching for the calm blue sky.


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We grew parallel
Like fingernails
On the hands of a stranger
From our hometown.

Painted or bitten
On whims,
Scraped across skin
Unfamiliar,

Years have added
No strength or scars,
The future is far
From changing us.


I am old
In a young way,
With wrinkled skin so white
You follow its creamy ups and downs
So closely
That all there is

Is soft and smooth.

I am long gone
But here to stay,
Silent and invisible,
Just hollow enough
For you to hear
The echoes.

I am
Inborn,
Unborn,
Reborn.

I am

Your

First

Wish.


Powerful as the new day,

The past lingers

On pungent breath.

Intense as last week’s

Coffee spill,

Memory lapses keep staining,

Polluting the gray office air.

Never a clean break,

Awake, asleep,

Every sunrise with its shadows.