Tuesday, June 05, 2012

2.398 : 6/5/06 : Clearest Possible Memory

What a sign
appears to me
light and fog
the bare branches of a tree
remembering
that I was remembering
while I was a’ Maying
thinking on
long gone Decembering
the clearest possible
memory
showed the whole of
the sad parade to me
and I said ha
see my spirit is free
spread my hand
count ‘em how many do you see
Not knowing I was
remembering a certain day
when I stood fast
and set down
the new way

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