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Questions — a poem

How did you get up and go?

Long drives to the mountains,

afternoons in the snow.

How did you walk away?

Not look back

and never know?

How did you forget?

Let thoughts fade.

Running with horses,

making the long grass sway.

How did you block it all out

and face each day?

How far did you have to go?

Where did you hide?

Striped deck chairs in the sun

while layers set inside.

How did you cover-up?

How many times have you lied?

What did you do with it all?

Where did you hoard it?

All the newness of places.

Was it easier to look away

from our changing faces,

Turn your head and ignore it?

Repeating questions come and go.

No answers buried

in gardens full of flowers

or mountains of snow.

Deeper and deeper the digging

deliberately revealing, nothing to know.