Twice Told Tales

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Paper folded in half
an edge contains
the points furthest before the fold
afterward
they touch
no distance travel-time.
Her face, hands, the person herself
contains all her moments yet
and all her moments yet 
combined.
I see child girl woman old and
telling so to a colleague,
“Don’t be mean to your girlfriend
a grandma some day soon.”
His boast: that’s why he likes it now.