touch is a memory
going out on top
& coming to terms
w/who you were & what
you may become
touch is but a memory
best held in the sunlight
arm reaching toward the sky
& one eye open
cyan clouds & turquoise sea
smoke on the horizon
calling you to walk again
as if for the first time
january two thousand twenty-two
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