“Could that be so-and-so?” I ask, then I recall
when last I saw that face; it could not look the same.
Who was I then? Who am I now?
have the interleafing passages of time
made changes? My mirror
reflects both now and then.
As leaves fall branches reveal their truth.
As years pass, faces describe ours.
Our DNA resembles that of trees:
rooted in cell memory, skin bark encloses our flesh.
No birds nest in our hair,
only random thoughts
and an occasional prayer.
Photo and poem by Tasha Halpert
Pujakins 
So clever~
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Thank you. I don’t get to Word Press as often as I might like. It is kind of you to write.
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Hi Tasha! I was thinking last night that I hadn’t “heard” from you in a while, and was hoping you were well. Some interesting photos and poetry you’ve posted today. So great to hear/see you. xo.
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Thank you so much. I have several other sites I am active on, one especially devoted to poetry, and I don’t get here as often as I would like, so it is nice to read your kind words.
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