each phrase a packet of ghosts
trailed our common ground
like snails through dust
what was said was said
we hemmed and hawed our way
toward a cleaner vision
stripped from extraneous slither
I remember what I remember
details compacted over time
into origami pockets
wait to unfold intentions
like fragile maps which hint
toward a city no longer extant
in memory’s tattered patterns
(July 20, 2014)
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