it seems so simple
the past is past
and now is now
ribbons of connection
surface
across the time so vast
faded in the sunlight
flutter only on a tattered breeze
of a thought and moments passage
where willows have grown and shaded
what were marshy sun soaked banks
their awnings of remembrance
obscure a foggy visage
a limberlost dream
until your smile cast a memory
of what never could have been

a simple reflection
of possibilities unlived
as the clock chimed the hour
and all was left unsaid
 
 

jan 29 2001
 

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