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Not every sky is
reflected in the puddle. Not every love wanders in to stay.
Are you talking to yourself? Yes, I’m talking to my selves.
Sometimes we’re just an echo of what we meant to say.

—Richard Jackson, from “Is This the Person to Whom I am Speaking,” in Out of Place (Ashland Poetry Press, 2014)

(Source: memoryslandscape)