tangible, to scatter powdered sugar
over those i love and have before.
to sink down in feather-fed
pillows, to eat with gusto,
to breathe with spontaneity.
to forget with patience and
remember with my head
tilted to one side, accepting. to bury the
memories in years of sand and dig them
out from time to time, to find
the images scratched and grainy now
and the words muffled. to wipe away the
sand and see the rough sketch,
the general significance, to let the details go.
to sit on the sand, over memories,
to breathe in the sun and be
warm.
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