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Somewhere days are being counted



take your precious life into your arms

the way you did when you first met yourself


admire its wrinkles and folds

tap your memory to the beat of your best years

toast every rung on the ladder you’ve climbed


parade through the house

stomp your feet to names you’ve been called

kick up dust from your corners

do-si-do with sorrow and regret


teach the chairs how to dance

sing with the curtains

sashay with the stairs

throw kisses to your umbra


as tho

you are a note

about to fade!

Sharon Lopez Mooney, "Somewhere days are being counted", published in The Mindful Word, ed. Collective Members, Quebec, Canada, 07.23.2021,

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