WHY ME

The noise of previous shame

arises without notice

without explanation

without a  name

 

it’s the bell

that cannot be unrung

the water

that pushes us uphill

 

it compresses the heart

with uncertain destiny

releasing to the surface

the dog days of every season

 

it takes great energy to

suppress and smooth

the wrinkles

back into the desert

of shaded memories.

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