A wake of memories
streched out behind for
so many years
the cavorting and tears
realization of fears
things that are drawn close
materials
microscopic moments
seemingly medicore
but under the lens
they shine
a brilliant light
through a drop of rain
beading on a sleeve
lies a laugh
then a
wrinkle in the eye
crunch of ketchup frie
prism of scenes
hills and streams
waves crashing
sand in toes
smiles
these are yours
these are you
Drinks in Front of Fires
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