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Five Strangers
Five strangers walked into my dream,
arm in arm, all different versions
of my deceased mother
They looked at me one by one,
with that look-her look,
that had been gone for so long
The first whispered to the second,
then the second to the third,
as the fourth and fifth just shook their heads
I tried to look away, but their presence
followed, and my eyes were frozen
in the judgment they proclaimed
My sleep now haunted by what I once knew,
a maternal affliction that my memory had cured
-returning again to infect my dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
arm in arm, all different versions
of my deceased mother
They looked at me one by one,
with that look-her look,
that had been gone for so long
The first whispered to the second,
then the second to the third,
as the fourth and fifth just shook their heads
I tried to look away, but their presence
followed, and my eyes were frozen
in the judgment they proclaimed
My sleep now haunted by what I once knew,
a maternal affliction that my memory had cured
-returning again to infect my dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
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Five Strangers
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