Archive for March 7, 2014

Short memories

Evanescent thoughts of you while I write
(memories too short to be called as such)
make me open a window, all windows
so I can smell tar from the ships
then you appear swiftly in my lines
as you and tar, the smell of it are one,
my words can only write this palimpsest
as past has found this way to last in me
and windows batter memories of you.

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