in a far away place
where story began –
at the mention
of somebody’s name
with the turn of a smile
the wink of an eye
marbles rolled
from my hands
a life started over
as break from the fall
where now
even now
they say grace –
a stifled amen was for
memories made
fates written over
by destiny’s plight
touch
where memory
ends
. . .
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