Poetry

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Can’t see it, if it’s meant to be
aaaame that’s there, what you see:

brown eyes, lines sprinkling
aaaafrom each, is done, not none,

one of billions, here now,
aaaasunk into nothing, to come:

black eyebrows, arched or frowned
aaaanotes on a page, undone.

 

Published in Takahe 79, Winter 2013.

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