To Be Forever, Again
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Friends gather,
stones touch beneath the water.
Can you remember the taste of salt
upon the skin you wore,
breathing in the backyard
of all of your tomorrows?
There are no curtains
To be fanned, tails blowing
From the upper windows,
Bedding aired like colored flags
Hanging from trees of stone.
One day was another.
One night was the same.
We burned our brand into the bark
To leave our mark behind.
We thought we would return
To find it there.
We thought that we
Would all come home again.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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