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| beautiful rendered building, I presume, is not in America, artist unknown |
catching amnesia dreams in the rain
I stood as if in a depot
shuffling feet and leans
there was a train outside
its scent was reaching in
it was a warm rafted
May afternoon
the old river valley trees
were fully leaved
this string section bleed
was clouds to knees
was music made into
rustles and whistles
there were occasional
spray finger charms
sharp clothed wind
stretching membranes
curling in the purse
exhale of what draws in
each memory
coming back again
EJR ©
This is as soft and cool as a river breeze in the sycamores. My head fell back, in the reading of it.
ReplyDeletecool rather cascade of words....it kinda goes here and there ina very cool way...what awesome street art as well...
ReplyDeletememories never leave us
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