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Lessons

This must be the natural way nature works —

its quiet nights of unearthing and most days

spent thinking of the day before.

What is it that I know now 

that had previously escaped me?

As if slipping through the sliver 

of my moving memory and, just as quickly, 

long forgotten it even existed.


I can never remember any meaning

unless given the exact same face,

same situation, anyway — 

until I am the dog, once more, 

digging for its own bone in the dirt.

 
 
 

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