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time told a story
about tadpoles being mermaids
who reabsorb their tails
and fashion themselves
new skin
to graph over old scales
like the sun that will hammer skin off
a glittering surface
like the moonbeam that will wash off
the silk of morning
time is spinning a wire rack
of postcards
with art of salamanders and toads
as if it could explain
the difference a year makes
how time and I have grown together
and why you can’t tell us apart
Originally published by: The Journal