Hey,
shadow at the cusp
of Remembering, you:
Somebody,
the Not-Nobody of
"Do-you-Remember that
One-Time" and all
The One-Time(s).
The air outside my window
crackles, like the crisp
of your heart that--echoes
faded moonlight, before you wake
with the Reaching,
while smoke twists star-ward from a
corner-couch.
Like the curb of a Santa Barbara street
between the 'Hey: Somebody'
and the 'You'll always be'--
Somebody--
To me.
(krp)
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