I inquired
(as I am prone to do)
when meeting one
along the road
with whom I am familiar
who had formerly
revealed bad news —
and I was told:
“She’s back to her old self”.


And  I pondered
(as I am prone to do)
that “old self”
isn’t what it used to be
when “old” wasn’t so
and has the potential
of being what
we rather wish
we could avoid
but can’t.

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