I turn the pages


I turn the pages


the fuzzy edged pages

of my old notebook


to see

to taste my own words again

to make sure

each composition

was as good as I had left it

as it had seemed

the other day

I wrote it

I wrote it with a parent's eyes

And my child

my paper child

had no flaws

so anxiously



I turn the pages


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