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June 3, 2007 - A poem about Memories

Remember everything.

At least he saw dolphins
spooling like silver thread
and they were blue reel wound
like circles of remembering.
This was the thing of things
amongst distractful days
dancing souls hailing him
each moment pouring into one
an urgent gasp of flickers
granting rush to saltslap roar
with curve and arc of open heart
there were dolphins and he saw them too
now diving down as spirits met the bow
then played upon the wake.


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