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Enigma



mother read me Shakespeare before bedtime
until I was twelve
when I declared independence from
old English
what was the point, I said, of words
that were a puzzle?
what was the vale of things that no one understood?

mother closed the book with a sigh,
kissed my forehead,
and whispered,
"goodnight, love."

-MWE
19 February 2001