All that had happened earlier, he safely could ignore. Amnesia was not his own, simply the perogative of those around him. This time he really had let go; he thought a little while about reality but, what the heck, he knew he was no other's keeper!
Slowly he turned to face another day. The calendar unwound itself, he knew he could never return.
A companion to THE WORD OF SINNA LUVVA blog. An Outlet for new poems, drafts of poems and even rediscovered or reworked ones! For more poetry by Malcolm Evison see the Related Sites listing.
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