Folklore
Muscle memory
gets me from point A to point B
permitting the retelling
of the same stories
and every now & again
to a brand new audience
I once got lost
in the streets of Japan
unable to find my way back
home for a number of years
Those who knew me best
thought I’d either gained a new
identity or died somewhere
with all the others
in Hiroshima or Nagasaki
Little did they know when I
emerged out of the shadows
[sometime back in forty-nine]
my old war stories somehow
took on new meaning
february two thousand twenty-five
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