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Fear fades, but the stain is set, remembered
in odd neuron groups, each vignette remembered.
The shadow of the bridge that floated on the water,
the broken boy half-drowned, a debt remembered.
Memory taunts me, uninvited, floods my mind with
my mistakes, then other threats remembered.
A whiffled surface glory-lit when gusts split clouds,
gold light, a pink rosette remembered.
Waking, a brief amnesia’s treasured until thought
ignites — the world’s reset, remembered.
The news, the immigrants and astronauts all
clamor, noise and need, a harsh duet remembered.
I lean on day’s routine, first coffee, then the desk,
the work I might forget — remembered.
Deborah, don’t give up the night-song of your
dream, the music real, a clarinet remembered.
Copyright 2016 Deborah Bogen