Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Every Memory Has a Chance to Last a Little While

You and I were drawing diatoms
On the sidewalk on a sunny day
In Zion, Utah, January,

Although the chalks were in false colors,
Purple, peach, blue, pink, yellow, and white,
And we could have called them sea urchins

As truthfully. You were four, still are,
Although nothing's still in our world. Oh,
What to call these living things we love?

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