repetitions
September 24, 2017 at 3:02 pm Leave a comment
repetitions
we’d not expected or desired
to ever meet again, when
we startled one another
in that lonely woods.
(spring dying to summer, green yielding to gold,
poison oak crimsoned…)
perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising to realize we tried
to recapture what never was. after all,
we’d made the same mistake before.
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Yes, they’re somewhat related, but not about the same person.
Entry filed under: poetry, social psychology, voices. Tags: poetry from voices, repetitions.
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