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Poetry, Social Issues


In search of meaning,
we travel our lives
contemplating the shifting images
of our mirrored selves—
choosing which survives.

And development
is an obsession—
teleological and somewhat vague—
as we choose between
the past and present
with aim for the future standard set by
the anonymous
unanimous. Yet!—

That changes every
ten to twenty years.
So, your mother has taught you to be who
your grandmother was
50 yrs ago.

But—since December
was a great version
of you, you go back forward in five months.

And you’re at August
in May, withering
on the gate of change.



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