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April 23, 2014
I see her now
as others saw her then;
an outcast and prisoner,
ruled by men.
I joined her briefly
when the tadpoles came,
but left before the frogs,
her name, could claim.
I see her now,
as though she is still here.
The outcome as yet,
alas, not being clear.
I joined her briefly
though she did exclaim,
with bitterness
about her given name.
I see her now
through eyes more wise.
An out of body
worthwhile exercise.
I joined her briefly
on a mercy trail,
but left after the wind
had taken sail.
I see her now
and feel that I can view,
a clearer picture of one
from whom I grew.
I joined her briefly
somewhere down the line.
She doesn’t know, I know,
that she is mine.
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