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AprilPoWriMo 1

Why does the past return
as if about to happen
gusting through the trees
leaving budding branches
broken about to bloom
on the path to be brushed
aside like so much future
stilled by excess motion
frozen in its potential
since there is not enough
time to remember why
we live in forward even
waiting for the past

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher