Too Familiar
this place no longer explodes
in the usual disarray
of being new,
and I've lost the acute freshness,
the crystal vitality
of strangers' eyes;
now tentative, indefinite
the past has slowly become,
surely, it seems.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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