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Remembering
dreams get lost in waking
sometimes it becomes unclear
which is which
I remember meeting but I wonder
if we have
a vision
of melting ice
reminds me of
thick glass swirled smoothly over
caramel covered liquid sugar
the scalloped edges of
discarded bottle tops
hidden in the sand
among dead fish and
petoskey stones
I drag my toes in circles
and start to dig a moat
I build my castle without buckets
sand sticks to my thighs
your face is familiar but
it seems like there is something
I am not remembering
I never knew
now I need the bucket
to fill the moat
fresh gray water
splashes my calves
Michigan sun between two clouds
I thought time might bring it more in focus
I still have a bottle cap
but somewhere the fossilized stones were left
behind
with other treasures I collected
Your name is lost underneath last nights late night shows
and the waters of lake Superior
I forget more-the more I remember
I remember more-the more I forget
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kimberley bones
diamond writes sweet poems about puppies and womanhood and people.
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