I am here
dog-eared in the thick book of history
Born into a dramatic chapter along with you
surrounded by paragraphs long and short
In one sentence I sit
looking up as the Master Reader pauses
He puts his finger on one word
and sounds out the letters with silent lips
and an ever so slightly rise of the chest
That word is my life
What is the word?
And . . . was that a sigh?
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