A LIFE

Ken Norris

You add memory to memory
until you can almost convince yourself
you had a life.

You did. It was real
and unreal, the shadows and dreams
were dancing in your head.

Don’t call it a dead world—
the world that’s gone,
or the deracinated world
that’s there in front of you.

It just needs something.
It just needs rain.

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