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How to Act

A wood bench faces the river
where the sun still shines
on deep waters of sadness.

Love is an unread book;
no soft focus
makes your deception kind.

In the nether world,
jewels are stones–
a challenge, a prayer.

I am not afraid
of the truth.

anymore.

The ghosts are gentler
than I thought they would be,
even though
I have played
the castanets only once.

I hear
my footsteps
echo back
and wonder

who follows me.

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