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  • Lorraine Johnson

[135] The Place

The place that forms I

steps back in time

reblooming days and

reframing eyes

memories delay

the impermanence of forms

and warm remembrances

washed away by the shore

the clock tics and tocs

as the I flowers and fades

like a paradox

like life

like temporal ways

and an empyrean gaze

suspended by memory

seen through the haze

of vanishing days

the place that forms I

replaced with the now

of passing dreams yet defined

and feet placed unsurely

along earthly lines

step back, move forward

find hands that warm

and tenderness that calls

from space and time

yet to be thine

heed the nightfall

and passing sun

embolden the day

re-bloom and re-blaze

the place that forms I.


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