before iwas a rose, and an nest,
i was a dove, redress3d.
After i thought, life
disappeared, quid pro 2us.

after isaw a silly rose, i nested,
like a dove, scrambled.
no longer thought life
was all of it, quo pro.

before iseemed to understand,
i flew like a dove, away.
and i can't live backwards
anymore, we squid, at last.

funny how ican still smile,
thought i was dead, and rose,
i am not, living forward,
so now, i am here, again.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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