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Through the Years

She wishes she could talk
to her again.
Explain how small
she feels passing
through the years.

She wishes she could gather
the child she was
in her arms;
gather together all the clues
scattered throughout her time
here on earth;
analyze them, rearrange the facts
until they both can make sense
of this chaos called life.

She doesn’t want to feel
so afraid,
so lost,
so uncertain.

Through the years,
she becomes a frozen
pillar of salt.


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