Monday, August 22, 2016

8551. MEMORY

8551. MEMORY
To the makers, I address: this table-top
lamp is always on, and I am looking
out towards the lonely horizon. Seems
always so, even with the orange sun 
dropping and the sky coming down.
I begin thinking backwards : 'No No
Nanette' means no, no yet, and the high
grass is rising in its perfect symmetry. 
There were Summertimes ending like 
this, before  -  much younger was I,
but I remember them all.

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