quite the same.
Each world holds a you; choose one,
the others forever lost.
She takes your hand. You step through.
Nothing will ever be the same.
You look back. The window is gone. Look
ahead. She smiles. She waits.
Children peer round her dress. Their shy eyes
welcome you. You forget the window.
You walk to your new family. A choir
of birds sings. A road unspools into the distance.
Michael L. Newell is a poet who lives in Florida. He frequently publishes in Jerry Jazz Musician and Bellowing Ark.
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