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past is prologue

February 16, 2017

remembering that which is so easily forgotten,
when once knowing was all that mattered

instead recalling the shadows of patterns
that are always beginning and always ending

sharp winds, white streets, hills
familiar facades and charades

memories don’t bite like they used to
but some still show their fangs

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