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February 1st, 2008Ars Techne
Some scanty image of a former day
Flits by my eyes in tandem with a thought,
And here you are, and I bewail my lot,
Who can recall you only in this play.
Thin words and memories put on display
Substantial wishes thought of and forgot,
Remembered, misremembered, like a plot
Awash in who we are and what we say.
Some word you left me saying still repeats:
As though a record still could sound each note,
Cascading harmonies of grace and cheats
Stride giddily down corridors of rote,
Producing this: some green growth reaching day,
Plucked up to cheer some traveller on the way.PGE 2-1-2008
