On Limestones
What remarkable limestones
We have in our memory!
Our buried paradise;
The need to re-examine, recollect, and reorder...
Why we don't bound from one
lily pad to the other more often
Appears as our fatal mystery.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010
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