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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