A Plea of Pages

You simply turn a page, subtle, unassuming.
Suddenly you’re staring back and shattered glass,
there you are in the middle where someone else has said,
and you have been there too, and all that page is you.
Live there. As long as life.
Soon it passes, in “Faithful and Virtuous Night”,
I have been her too.

** I have been reading Faithful and Virtous Night by Louise Gluck recently, the title piece drew this from me. Sometimes you turn a page and never know what is going to come out of those words, hers have struck, unexpected, and welcome.

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