August 28, 2018

totem



i have moved
without your moving me
i have seen 
what you have not
i remember
all that might have been
i know what you forgot












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2 comments:

  1. Sue9/10/2018

    This little poem says so much. It's rhythm and rhyme make it especially memorable.

    I have read and re-read your last three posts. Your poems touch me deeply.

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  2. nofixedstars9/10/2018

    thank you ever so! i value your reading time and your comments.

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