wind whipped as I turned the corner
lifting my hair at the roots
one parking lot light out
creating shadows I don't know
my steps quicken
not from the dark but the cold
was warmer when I came home
but that was four hours ago
four hours of memory lane
dealing photographs like playing cards
queen of hearts with her shy grin
daring me to remember
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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