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5/14/2015 Poem: Wrinkles

 

When I examine my wrinkles

I always think of you.

You had these same wrinkles, too.

All the tiny details – just below the brow

Mean that somehow, you now

Wait for me on the other side,

just out of sight, behind the veil of time,

and you are smiling, sending,

lending me your wrinkles.