Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 3)

Title: Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 3)

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With the wind

She is off and

you rethink

"no tagbacks"

Tauntingly, you

saunter after

her.

"'ello… I am

Looking to find

you."

It is in your

mind. All.

a memory

–how pleasant–

a vision

–how serindipitous–

You cry: "Join"

You cry.

On your knees

now, face in

hands — no more

tears to cry.

Moisture from

Sweat an' tears

and dirt from

the air

Create an

abrasive

mud on

your forehead.

Cool.

The water

on your fingers.

If only you could

breathe this

fountain's bounty.

Where was this

fountain in the

dream.

You are younger

now.

Princes and

Princesses are

as real to you

as treasure chests

and pots of gold.

You delight in the

new.

Your smile moves

me.

Moves me like

mountains.

Sometimes the

Knowledge is

overwhelming

Sometimes.

"Escape"

"Join"

Where, but for

the ladybugs

and butterflys.

"Join" "Escape"

But it seems

impossible

they both seem

unattainable.

The poet speaks

your thoughts

"Jinx" you say.

"More tea" says

he.

Waiting, thus,

for the light.

Waiting for

the escape.

Waiting for the

joining.

And the two–

headed bear

from before

(You were so

innocent then.)

It could not have

occured to you

that sewing the

found head onto

Teddy

Would change

his life

forever

The two heads

fight.

he is a freak

like you

Talk about it in

your sleep.

Eventually they

will become

friends, you muse

It is impossible

to share anything

without becoming

friends,

right?

—A cigarette?

And your two-headed

bear is gone from

mind again

And the "Join" &

"Escape"

of tag

the real world

…begins again.

You hear it on

the wind.

And you smile.

Circumstance

and

Nostalgia…

—and a cool breeze

~fin

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