Sep 1, 2020
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The Illusion of Starting Over
A poem
The new leaf is the same as the old leaf,
though each life feels variant and unique.
Just flipping a page on the calendar,
and writing the wrong date on the check,
popping a cork on a bottle of cheap champagne,
white suds spilling down the green glass neck,
we sing of old acquaintances, long…
