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Vintage Words .
At waking, there are vague
lists left behind, chronicling what
occurred as sleep. Wafer thin
entities tease the memory,
begging to be remembered,
fading too fast to congeal.
.
Glimpses flicker, vanish. Reoccur
like the eye trying to follow one mote
of dust in a bright shaft of morning.
Like wind blown creatures made
of clouds. The image gets lost
and the good feeling wants it back.
Whatever it was, there is a book
that has a number or two
that names it.
.
Lady A
10-14-13
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