he told a story
she did not listen
until months perhaps years
later as she rinsed
her thick hair
her eyes closed
skating along
the edge of epiphany
the water cascading
like time
across her shoulders
in which illusion
do we live
the one told the one heard
the one we each remember
tomorrow we will know
something more something less
fragments traces wisps
loss and gain
change
(October 20, 2017)
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