2011/08/17

Memory

Ever listen to a song, and find
Memory's tail swaying just out of reach?
Colored water,
Reaching up to the knee,
Stranded nostalgia looking for a ride
Home.
Seasoned dialogue,
Frigid Sunsets.
Minutes pass, and slowly
The tail retreats into the shadows.
Whispers of it's coat,
Silkening the ground,
Like dust.

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