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Same I

2016 - 2066
Etched in iron
On a drain cover
In the road

I pass by — wondering —
Fifty years from now
This plate will still be here
And I will not

But will I not —
I think again

Whoever passes then
Pausing, wondering —
Will they be anyone
But I

I am certain
They cannot be
But the same I

And I also know
They cannot be
The same —

Yet the same I
Not
The same eye

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