Literary Yard

Search for meaning

By: David Hanlon


Night comes as quickly
as snap-shut eyes,

or the quick blink
in the mirror

before noticing how time
has lined my forehead.

A wealth of experiences
between temple skin folds.

I hold them all here
on my face –

the years,
the weight of them –

but still find new expressions
almost daily.



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