If you could only see me
When I found myself in the U.S., and the war was at full swing in Bosnia,
I read for survival – it was a means of thought resuscitation.
— Aleksandar Hemon
A road less traveled
a place outside of the self
if only you could see me there
maybe you’d begin
to understand what it means
to be suspended in time
Not far you should find Lazarus
astir on the peninsula
fishing no doubt
waiting on the next wave
It’s nothing but a distraction
as are all the ghosts of the past
my own image
becoming ashen
Somehow you find me
and pull
me
back
in
back onto the shoulder
of a road
less traveled
december two thousand twenty-two
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