Wednesday, November 9, 2011

November in Pte. Claire

step into the golden
crunch beneath my feet

reach the past
with mistaken turns
down roads unwinding.

reach the past
memories falling from nowhere
unbid but oh so clear

reach the past
through dark spaces
hidden in corners.

There they are!
like puddles with floating leaves
reached into the past
wound around familiar places
and touched
the me
I used to be.

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