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Self Examination after a particlarly striking line in a book

"Periodically a tree frog starts up a wave of chirping and then quiets again... For a moment she forgets and is able to fall into the stillness." -A Room on Lorelei Street by Mary E. Pearson

I think I go to beauty to forget.

I need the sunset
and the river,
a particular striking song on the radio-
or a friend's violin
to forget who I am.
That there are dishes to be washed
and homework to be done.
That my bible hasn't been opened in weeks.

I need the snap of the cold,
and so
many
stars
before I face up to facts;
she's moving.

I need to lose myself in a night of dancing
of music
of dresses
before I am pulled apart by wanting to be close to too many people
and where should I get a job?