Paused
The textured page holds my finger
Swift memory steals the pause
Here I’ll sit and so long linger
Again, I’ll wonder who she was
Moved as if by a magic wand
To soles and autumn leaves
Carried back to Walden’s pond
Amongst observant trees
Its here I held her young hand
And wondered what might be
There we walked the storied land
Now how does she remember me
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2020
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