Floating
ghosts of yesterday,
Background crawlers coiled to spring.
Frosting on a memory
Sweetly comes recycling.
Spurred forth in a second's flash,
Keyed by senses, sound or sight.
Spilling out in conversation
Or reflected cool and quiet.
Thoughtful longings for the past,
Tucked in memory, not by chance.
Keepsakes treasured, never spent,
Shrines of fond remembrance.
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Background crawlers coiled to spring.
Frosting on a memory
Sweetly comes recycling.
Spurred forth in a second's flash,
Keyed by senses, sound or sight.
Spilling out in conversation
Or reflected cool and quiet.
Thoughtful longings for the past,
Tucked in memory, not by chance.
Keepsakes treasured, never spent,
Shrines of fond remembrance.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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