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Impersonation
I wonder if the sky knows I am new
if the corner remembers my second chance
like a soldier standing guard
not because he was told
because he listened
and I wonder if she can hear him
like I can hear him
if the sky knows I am just now coming home
cautioning me to slow down
does it always feel like dying?
even when you smile
even when we ask for pause
even if only in brief?
like my mother was teaching
now, I, the teacher
that she could have once been small
that she could have once felt these tears
I should have known by now
we do not grow old with age
we do not slow with time
If the sky wants to talk
all we have to do is listen
2021
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