Almost the Same

Can you imagine this page
as a leaf in your hand?
I can: the lines are veins,
and the spaces between
flame and recede in the light.

Now look at your palm:
so different,
it is almost the same.

Where has it been?
What does it know?
How long before it fades?

November 17, 2006

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