Wednesday, August 30, 2006

POEM: Counting Memories

He once thought he would count
all his memories,
but he stopped
when he got to the thousands.
It was a night
when he was standing
on a silver hillside
in December. Overhead
the stars were sailing together,
and he knew
he was surrounded by distances
of kindness and concord.
Memories sometimes passed him
like wafts of wind.

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