Petroglyphs
Your first love, your last, the petty
victories of the past, the things you thought you said
you'd do and did or not but wish now
that you had, taken, as a bird to flight,
a dog, an elephant for a horse, a wave,
a rabbit glimpsed across the thaw,
by your own hands and fingers brought to life,
and bodied and limbed, to screen their sources off
and leave behind, a cast of shadows playing over
over the storied passage of your mind.
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