Selecting slivers
of the past,
the sould finds
solace from memory
in memory.
Orange blossom dawns.
The Sex Pistols for breakfast.
Green corn tamales.
The pungent desert
after winter rain.
Lingering mimosa sunsets.
Everything
that was
us.
David Kowalczyk
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