‘Forget regret,’ was all she said, and closed her eyes and stepped ahead, at night she stopped to rest her head, a restless soul that has no bed.

I am a poem archaeologist, who likes to discover things they wrote and forgot about over the years. Something I wrote circa 2012 when I was traveling in Greece and Italy, and preparing to move home.

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