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Mnemosyne
My Muse Until I Wake

Hers were the first footprints on the shore. Her limbs
dropped like meteors into the shale.
She had lived so many lives she could no longer separate what lay behind
the present. The sea caught fire in the sun.
The only way was forward.
Later, had anyone noticed, they would have seen the ghosts
of her steps fading into the water.

The sea caught fire in the sun.
He forgot everything, his parents, and the sound of the piano.
What were his hands, white birds?
Music, now, her body, one
long white note slipping between the white waves –
soliloquy.
Too late?

Elinor Brown and JL Williams

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