Tuesday, November 5, 2019

MEMORY AS THE INVERSE OF IMAGINATION

Even though
it also doesn't

youth
most certainly
disappears suddenly

a little like
a huge July sky
plunges over water

a little like the voice
of wind bellows apples
from November trees

a little like good
will and cheerful
music goes in January

a little
like an April snow

but mostly
like nothing
else we know.

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