The
face I saw
in
the mornings
wasn't
mine
a
tighter face
my
kin I think
tense,
insecure
not
quite sure
where
to step
or
what to say
one
that didn't
smile
so easily
or
so much.
I
might have
liked
her better
but
something made
me
step aside.
This
morning I
saw
my face again
and
glad to see her
so
many months away
I
watched her
stretching
slowly
through
the thickly
silky
air
the
face behind the face
slipping
into
old
shoe places.
Who
was that
other
worried one?
She's
gone away.
It's
just as well --
she
didn't
laugh
enough. |
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