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Remembering my Friend

Oct 12, 2010
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not insomnia exactly

(if I walk these sidewalks late enough
the ones you loved
the ones where you plucked the red hibiscus and wore it in your hair
perhaps I’ll brush against the starfired edge of your memory
it lingers
certainly
as you linger
always always
in the night of me)

a waking dream
you are there

and yet I walk alone.

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