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In a foreknowledge of my years...


In a foreknowledge of my years I might have sighed:

Has it all come to this?

A walking out of doors, another goodbye?


Symbols of a pattern dance before my gaze

And I am unseeing.

Is the end prize emptiness in this tangled maze?


It seems to me now almost a style of life.

It mocking-mirror laughs

And throws down my failures - not woman, not wife.


They lay, gauntlet-challenge, offcast glove -

An old-fashioned style.

And I kick at this loathsome shell, once my love.


The dusk draws on in as the doors shut behind,

And the question unsolved.

So I take leave again, step on into the wind.


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