Time To Find Sally  /28

 

An old myth

describes the beginning

becoming the end:  There, Janus,

whose job it is to rule those

extremes, sees her own reflection

in a pool of thought and

traces with pointed finger

the lines of a wisdom both

old and new.

 

Now, in the next arcana

the lines she marked

on my bare flesh

are an alphabet 

and the science through which

we ply the mails.

 

Getting back to Sally in a letter

that hasn't yet been written,

and will be read by

her long after the story ends.


28

 



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