Repeat stories

We were there another time
The old brick walls with moss
A flower creeper in crack sired
By a bird’s chance dropping
Or the terribly busy antlines
Crawling as if they were fate’s
Calligraphy on our foreheads
Across our skullplates, where
Stories are writ to repetition.

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