What Was Left Here? Poem by Alicia Hixon It’s not what was left here Forget everything left here Insert mask here Wild gypsy, mad hair The same days ruined last year Forget the pass here There won’t be a past here The same slights forgiven last year Should haves and plans to Same print, a different issue Same game, a different venue Its’ been done a time or few When things turn, it’s meant to A different familiar than usual
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