The Hamlet Project

Repetition. Re-encountering a word I’ve worked with before – but I’m different today than I was the last time I thought about the Ghost’s instructions.
I’m not a LOT different, I would think. . .
But I’m a wee bit older. I’ve had a different day.
Even if, by chance, it were the same time as the last one
Or even the same place –
This swear is quieter today
Than previous swears.
I hear the swoop of the SW, the swuh,
Followed by AIR and the word drifts out
Into the mist and disappears.