"History rhymes"
my friend posts
it doesn't repeat
exactly
it does merge, mix, echo
Same lined walls,
same gym mattress in the corner
same wail. Same pile of shoes by the door.
When it rained, the perichor
slippery stones
and lights blinking through the clouds
marked which year it was
which round
but now it is the same sullen heat
Fallen figs smashed into the floor.
Swim through the same menace,
watch the same dusty sky.
But now my baby can run halfway
and my daughter can cross the street.
There are two new rabbits in the school petting corner
a new row of graves in the military cemetery
and I am more tired, and sad and heavy
body the clock tracking history
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