The faces at the party continue to pulse
long after the remnants have been returned
to the rental agency and the emotions
have passed into a grey melancholy
but the sunsets over the lawn and the clouds
rose and rise and recall the chances taken
lost and regained, meanwhile memory
persists: the touch of fingers,
the quick smile,
the suprise
of thoughtfulness.
How to build a world again?
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