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Crushed leaves in an old book
Squandered memories;
In the dark, an old woman speaks
Through cracking teeth
Of an ancient fast disappearing love
Looking for the light.

‘As my future is invisible
I live in the past,
Scrounging memories
From fading dreams.’

Her words gently rustled in the night.
Reconstructing the past,
A straddling child
Mimics her toothless sounds.

‘I remember sex
I remember caresses
I remember coition’.

The rambling hours end in a sigh
The quiet voice in a whisper.
Time is a walk away.
Her dried hand closes each page,
Her desiccated womb closes her life.

Stanley Wilkin

Stanley Wilkin

Academic and writer residing in Portugal.
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