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aplaceofme

saturday
the screendoor slammed
how easy
unforgetting
a time before of passing
– a moonlight
on the floor

a box of tin
for every then –
were all the pages turning
black and white
is fading now
– begin

the last to know
was first to leave
amid these pleads
of darling
linament
and linen –
winter snow

hide me here
within your arms
folded
close with story
of how and when
you held me
then –
another
once we knew

the getting on
would get us
back –
one way or another
the windows
left us open –
with one more night
to spare

. . .