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Gracefully Remembered MAG
Most days, I feel like coming here alone
A river’s edge, banks piled high of white drifting dunes
Delicate flakes lining my auburn freckles
It reminds me of my great-grandmother.
Everything from our skates piercing an untouched surface
Slipping, sliding, their edges delineating the ice
To the solemn dark, dotted with luminous beams of light
Casting shadows only the puppets could create
Some days everything is gone
The transparent ground was covered in sparkling dust
On other days, again, I feel alone
Like the Cardinals chirping, perched in the open
Sticking out royal and bright, not knowing they’re lost
Feathers ruffled yet untouched
Walking north, headed home on the path I now call my own,
I ponder and relive what’s gone.
A river frozen and glazed, rigid only when you were here
Skates that no longer fit, years since being last laced
Gliding backward and caught in a spin
My cheeks pricked with the biting wind, pulling my coat tighter
Trying to lock the heat in
Our memories finally fall to rest.
At the magical place, they were made last.
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