RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Letting The Past Speak
Slowly working backwards,
trying to see where I've come from,
letting my past speak persistently in coded thought.
Future marvels will always be spent in memories of
yesterday's images, traipsing always down pathways
least of all trodden throughout life's endeavors.
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