Flickers along sidewalks
on a brown evening,
trousers and flouncy hems swish the time
to the beat of a memory-
cookies and coffee and snow
so long ago
along a narrow strip of yard
with a stone wall
a white cat and black dog waiting
faint bells from the moon
and a mod sofa
meant for ancient languages
and a union of all that’s to come.

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