Some Memory

I dreamt our first long dance

was a memory;

gilded and gloriously framed

our hope poured into children grown

A wild forest where seeds once sown

Two vibrations sewn together

with time-fuzzed threads

And I remembered everything you said

round pink flowers sent

now crumbly

and beautifully cobwebbed.

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