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Looking Into Me
I looked back into me
In the light of the house I’d moved away from.
No fire or hurricane or gas leak
Drove us away
We just faded slowly into a new house.
Sidewalks grow shorter
Bridges and towers crumble
Little glass shards on the naked feet of time
I look at my world like writing on a Lincoln penny
Sailing past my hands to fountains I’ll never know.
I looked back into me
In the light of the house I’d moved away from
The grass and windows had all changed
Like a key and time signature flying into a song unknown
How could it be
I’d lived in this strange house
From ages two to eight?
Blue lead garage, towers of bricks, toppled fences—
Houses can crumble in a hundred ways
Treasures melt in my palms
Gold doorknobs lead to junk rooms.
I think I’ve come back
When I’m just a lost fish struggling upstream
Never to return
To my little child self.
I looked back into me
In the light of a house I’d moved away from—
I didn’t know my reflection
A stranger stared back
Through my eyes.
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It is done in the introspective writing style of an early 70s soft-rock song.