open fields
flowing thoughts in the winds of change and highlights of poetry that stir it up
Saturday, June 25, 2005
i remember
an empty plate
where once the toasted bagel lie
crispy, buttery in my mouth
i remember
and you, once here on this couch
your arm soft and freckled
against mine
i remember.
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