again Ariadne
October 25, 2017 § 2 Comments
Theseus
from the bow
saw her reflection in the river
I could disassemble myself he said
replacing
throughout the years
every particle of the original
convincing myself
I’ve not become different
the whole while
a ghost of a voice
whispers about distinctions
small
and
vast and
still I would only be able
measure the distance
between us in nights
their numbers alone
setting me to contemplate
vaulting the rail
making for
any shore
that will have me
(c) 2017 Fred Whitehead
Very nicely done, Fred!
Thanks John!
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