Tell yourself a story to make
Your story seem alright. The hunt
For something new in memory,
Something new outside memory
That gives memory what it wants,
A shadow in the woods in snow,
A city abandoned to weeds,
An airport terminal in sun
That gilds empty seats by the gates
Where no one but you is waiting,
Although you’re not really waiting,
Not for a flight in any case,
Just wanting to see what happens
Inside this hazy memory
That’s not quite yours, not yet happened.
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