SALTWere things good then?Yes. They were good.Did you know they were good?At the time? Your time?No,
SALTWere things good then?Yes. They were good.Did you know they were good?At the time? Your time?No, because I was worryingor maybe hungryor asleep, half of those hours.Once in a while there was a pear or a plumor a cup with something in it,or a white curtain, rippling,or else a hand.Also the mellow lamplightin that antique tent,falling on beauty, fullness,bodies entwined and cherishing,then flareup, and then gone.Mirages, you decide:everything was never.Though over your shoulder there it is,your time laid out like a picnicin the sun, still glowing,although it’s night.Don’t look behind, they say:You’ll turn to salt.Why not, though? Why not look?Isn’t it glittery?Isn’t it pretty, back there? ─ Margaret Atwood, Dearly -- source link
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