Yes
it is time to leave
the past behind
to forget the pain
and insult life
carries
as bright with hope
to cross over
to some other place
this body, brain,
soul
will forget all the
injury
knowing in her heart
she won't, can't ,
never
and must endure
even as she seeks to recompose
from fate and a future
she hope will be less clouded
than the past she leaves behind
the real world wakes as she wakes
thick with the sense
and sounds
of everyday life
the pains of ordinary living
she has never been fated to
the wash woman hanging
laundry on lines
from the irwindows
lines of women along
the cobblestones
in the imaginary
revisit
to just amazing world
of colosseums and
conquest
of gay parades
through the streets
of women,
that old friend from
the states
who shared her bed
and her heart so briefly
so long ago
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