Read a story through lines gently worn
into the faces of our families
as we age along parallel paths.
Some of us will always be older
and some will always be younger.
Some will always be gone.
Are there answers to be found
to our questions? Can one thing
truly explain another?
My grandfather was said to have
read much. I have never seen his books.
What is there to know?
Are they gathering dust in boxes
in rural Mexico? Have those pages
long yellowed and turned to dust-
does it matter?
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