Friday, September 04, 2020


Some small instance, some grief or joy.
An image. A reflection.
A shooting star streaking across

the sky. A surprise, breath caught.
A chance meeting, a kind word.
The old man to put a hand

on your shoulder. Someone turns
and smiles. You feel loved and lifted
and you don't forget. What the world

is has changed. Or you are changed
and you carry that with you.
It is the lightest burden.

Un-do and re-do. Remember,
you can't turn but that you're turned
and you will never be the same.

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