Shibboleth

15thJun. × ’10

Where was it?

We lose detail one by one
laidout first house undone
handle on the bathroom cupboard gone.

Between him and she
pronouned space,
prolonged switch in tense

When no one watches,
mystery becomes became
will you remember the handle
or the way hands graze?

Our brains limited maps
rarely road trip beyond;
we pave the future
on an incomplete now.

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