Poetics

xvi

the memory is there, doubt in the daybed,
perspective has never changed: a child
staring at the mother, and another child

halfway out, in principle, at the heel of the other.

the lovers change, everything does.
but still that one thing and way of seeing,
a turning into crust then, finally, ash.

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