of a place where I feel
memories that linger
in cattails, forgotten
by all but the willow
that stoops over a dock
where I once sat dangling
my feet in the water
watching the minnows dart
in between my ankles
and letting myself drift
past usual boundaries
and melt into the heat,
bird calls, rotting wood, and
new growth before I would
slip back to my other
five senses.
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