All Look Alike

I was told my name means 
light stops me in my tracks.
I shield my eyes as if I'm tired

of trying to keep them open,
when in truth there's nothing
I want more than to be done

with the constant interrogation,
even while it seems so easy 
for others to forget I am there. 

I was told my name means 
that my roots have thickened; 
that my body grafts itself to place 

and now lives inside the undulating 
current. If it knows my name by now,
why can't you remember? 







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