One Reason I Write

To complicate the horizon
of our interlaced mirages,
I tuck a pocket of your words
within the folds of my memory,
a quilt stitched
from these remnants
of our conversations
and my slow desires.
So later when trapped in
the ice of these pages,
I can hold to this now
and hope you will hear.
(February 2013)

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