Tricks

I keep going back, a minute, a year, a decade or sometimes two wondering who I was back then and when I return to the present it has past more loss? I know it’s just a shift in the light where the memory turns off and then on to a night long ago or a…

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Is it that time

Already out of bed he, unsteady on his feet she says, put your warm coat on and then he’s gone. and it’s cold and damp the street lamp is out watching the frost tigers leap from the trees a freeze frame a moment in the morning. I’m getting up now making coffee he says to…

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