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one by one the memories

stored the length of many

years rise in unexpected

places to walk you back in

time and help you feel the

sustaining mystery of each

simple day. you laugh alone

on a favorite park bench lost

in dreamy things in a body

pushing an age each week

more tattered than the favorite

book you carry to page in the

caressing wind. you look up

at the heavens wondering what

the sky looked like the day you

were born, who told stories of

the distant moon and stars, the

feeling of that first night with

breath. you recall playing on

the streets, the first time you

delighted touching brown earth,

and seeing childish things you

still dream to glimpse. in more

than a thousand ways your brittle

bones want to shout all around

I live glorious in interior might,

with soul too deep for sight, and

drenched with the blessings of

falling stars. I promise, whenever

you gaze upward, I too will take a

a look at the great mystery always

making your wrinkled face smile

without end.