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  • Lorraine Johnson

[116] As It Unfolds

I wait for you on soft ground

as words float off my moleskin page

and flowing water trickles through cracks

of time and place,

as melodies freely form

in the here to there and everywhere

so strong the visions—they hum

past, present and yet to come

And I but a mirage I see from afar

watching the story with the door ajar,

as it—slowly—unfolds in front of my eyes.


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