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Grandma

(Revision)

She talks a sea
of welcome farewells
that hug and recede
in a wave’s cycle.

For a while
she looked older.

Wrinkles
found new departures.

Her voice cut
into thinner slices

though thoughts
still flared
fierce like dancing flames

similar truths
rehearsed themselves
on worn strings.

I looked at them
from various angles

while diving under
and welling up

refreshed
with antique water.

(First version)

Her talks a sea
of welcome farewells
that hug and recede
in waving cycles.

For a while
she looked older.

Wrinkles
found new departures.

Her voice cut
in thinner slices

though thoughts
still flared up
fierce like expiring flames

and similar truths
rehearsed themselves
on worn strings.

I looked at them
from various angles

while diving under
and welling up

refreshed
with antique water.

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