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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.