stepping outside myself
away from familiarity
I find myself
stepping back
into other familiarities
a new place
in the old neighborhood
cafes and corners
we once staked as our own
the old haunts
are haunted
but I don’t mind
the company of ghosts
© Sarah Whiteley
ebbtide 
That is a lovely backwards rolling thought time travel poem.
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thank you, Paul
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