The Glare

who were you after all

after all these years 

places

who were you 

in that window

when the sun ran molten 
a gold street

on a still river 

of a life still
undecided

who were you when you first discovered

love and pain ran hand-in-hand

when innocence was just an imagination 

of things unfolding before 
your very eyes

your very 
being

and what touched you

when touch was still new

and everything there was spun freely

like an easy wind catching a spring  leaf

lifting it slowly from 

the warm grass

into the 

glare

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the glare