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JulyPoWriMo 3

Because the past is not yet history
forgetting is as simple as recall
no one reads those words in the exhibit
they leave time for others to follow them
twenty years become suddenly forty
leaves out the least known part of the story
future moves forward another stasis
the grain ground into dirt after the rain
the stone is really painted treated wood
constantly in need of renovation
the rooms seem smaller when you enter them
decorated with approximations
because they weren’t allowed to learn to write
we have to take the other’s word for it

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher