Thursday, October 13, 2011

Some Friends, Remembered


Faded masks of faces –
hung with colored ribbons
whose encoded meanings
you’ve forgotten –

the spent fragility of every
moment vanishes as soon
as had: misbegotten memory
attempts to save it. And yet

you keep it, as you find
you must: pooling from
its dust some entity,
at least, of an identity.






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