I remember,
A view of rock
On some northern shore.

Childhood's adventure,
Within the backward fling
Of time.

How then should I
Remember thee?

When this
Becomes my childhood.

Love's
Cool and elegant probing,
Of my middle years.

Certitude,

Within time's present curve,

Sought and given.

As though
It could be.

 

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