She walks a marathon distance each day,

passing people she has known for years

now unrecognizable, vague, like shadows.

She no longer engages with them,

struggling to distinguish between the faded faces.

She retraces each step, regardless of the weather -

always dressed for it. Back and forth.

The same handful of routes trodden in sequence.

The same street corner where she...

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Amnesiacs

Blue moods can lie

Or amplify truth

Colloid in regions of a soul

Blues gives reflections  

Like broken mirrors

We live under the gaze of poets

Calling us to task

Whispering in our ear

To be unafraid

To subdue cheerful robots 

To deliberate with happy slaves 

To refuse to wear yokes of shame

A blue deep as purple leaves

Stains

What we suff...

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