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it caught the corner of my eye Pavlovian neck twist jarring synapsis tears followed was it a ghost or flickering dust particulate sent me crashing into your picture sitting crisscross considering memory’s place longing to touch your finger soft sunlight played dog dander and field burn swirled in the long evening the radio crackled long forgotten songs played on vinyl once again they fell Is today your birthday? Anniversary? numbers blur last year’s calendar still hangs rectangle wall stain emotions wipe away mental images persist a face through the years suddenly I stand alone /
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Thinking of Dad on a Wednesday Morning
it caught the corner of my eye Pavlovian neck twist jarring synapsis tears followed was it a ghost or flickering dust particulate sent me crashing into your picture sitting crisscross considering memory’s place longing to touch your finger soft sunlight played dog dander and field burn swirled in the long evening the radio crackled long forgotten songs played on vinyl once again they fell Is today your birthday? Anniversary? numbers blur last year’s calendar still hangs rectangle wall stain emotions wipe away mental images persist a face through the years suddenly I stand alone /
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
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