Change
The hour suggests me,
the day re-forms.
No need to talk to the bathroom mirror,
new skin and a new nakedness of features
are obvious.
Time tested
I live out-of-myself,
just a breath away from any former reality.
Though I am changed and still changing,
the light in these eyes are the same.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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