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Deja Vu Crafts a Mobius in Periphery
Shadows on the edge,
memories slide out of view
never full focused-
the past lingers like a breath
you turn to catch, but it's gone
Sideways glances sway
moments in periphery
blurs smear the mirror-
déjà vu calls to play its hand
closing again, happenstance
Gazing at the lake
trees melt into reflection
golden rays adrift-
I reach to hold the shimmer
my fingers grasp only air
A leaf in the wind
fluttering in dusk-lit breeze
reminds me of you-
every sideways glance reveals
the weight of recognition
Wharf boards creak beneath
our bare feet press grips
we leap without thought-
each splash resounds in my chest
as time refuses to pass
The late sun hovers
painting ripples in copper
horizon half-formed-
déjà vu hums in waves
whispering, be still, be calm
Beneath the surface
voices travel in bubbles
half-song, half-echo-
rising like our lost laughter
from another life we lived
All glimpses return
lakes, ripples, sunsets, jumps, leaves
sewn multi-threaded
sideways in peripheral
repeats until the love stays
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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