repairing past afflictions
that childhood moment
when you were maybe seven or eight
magically reappearing in your mind
the accuracy of the recollection
of little importance
the images as vivid as the orange
sun sinking into the blue-green sea
the waves crashing the shoreline
tumbling over themselves ad infinitum
somehow making the past
much clearer than the present
leaving you with a slight smile
and a single teardrop
august two thousand twenty-two
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