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memories plague me
days far too long remembered . . .
too soon forgotten

colors gathered trance . . .
above, a sun-white gray wash
autumn solitude

quietly we sit
sustained by the early sounds . . .
we know this won’t last

my rat race reveals,
morning, wearing winter sky . . .
a moment too soon

into the slow breath
and all the words disappear . . .
along with their worlds

bright, and silver blue
the moonlight, wispy in thought . . .
floats on cirrus clouds

lightning thunderclaps
as we sit having coffee . . .
counting the seconds

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