Read a passage to discern
what is licensed to exist.
Mimic then wait before
breathing out again.
Hide all mirrors lest the pattern
be repealed. The noise of repetition
dampens joy that quiet maybe
brings or just allows.
In a minute you'll be old,
and what is that when you reflect
you've been behaving
too well to be remembered
or even recognized as yourself,
a person whose pockets are filled
with permission slips
all
about to expire.
Sheila E. Murphy
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