Distant relations

A dream of the green gate:
the garden grown derelict, hulls
of boats rotting on the porch.

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Evidence of half-eaten fruit:
what makes the sudden movement
when you peer into the branches?

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Tell me how something other
than sorrow repeats in three
tongues: Tapat. Natalek. Faithful.

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How does a memory that’s gone
walking in borrowed coats
return to its owner?

*

After the downpour, a clearing.
But the rain is never enough now
to dispel the heat or haze.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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