Tuesday, June 28, 2011

3165. YOU REMIND ME

YOU REMIND ME
You remind me of someone I met.
Someone I met on the couch.
Last week. You. Do. Near the
apple garden, not yet in bloom,
the 'orchard' the field-sign called
it. Like we didn't already know.
Right near to that, you may
recall, was the pond. But, oh
dear, I'm mistaken again.
That wasn't you. Rather, just
someone I met then of whom
you remind me of now.

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