(As Published in Silhouettes of Stardust)
Do not tell me
about yourself.
Tell me what you hear
when rain splatters
your bedroom window.
Tell me the patterns you see
in the drops
as they roll off the glass.
Tell me about the fractured light
when clouds burn away
and there is sun on your face.
Do not tell me
who you think you are.
Show me your world
and I will see.
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