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She traced
Her finger and thumb
Turning the wedding ring
Worn loose
Over the years,
Her black cuffs
Starched and pressed
For funeral affairs-
The carved lines
In the antique
Wicker rocker.
In day dream tangles,
Her thoughts meandered
Back through the years.
She traced those moments
She chose to remember,
And tried to fabricate
A final close to those
Wound in abandoned
Times and fears.
She had become so adept
At all the scripts
Rerun and redone.
Line after line,
From deep within
That fifty-year well,
Those scripts,
Now,
Recalled themselves
At will.
Pain-New-Old,
And that pain
Which repeats itself
Again and again,
Had its own control
Over then and now….
It had its own dreams
And its own messages
It chose to send.
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She recalled him.
She retraced “them” back to
The beginning-
Back to “them.”
How they began
As “just friends.”
He was “perched”
On the ledge
Of the jetty wall,
Shooting pictures
Of the ocean
And the flight
Of seagulls.
She was wandering,
Catching sun-
She had found the beach
Better than being alone.
He had streaks of gray,
Even then.
He had asked,
“Such a beauty as you
Certainly would pose
For a picture
For a friend?”
She found him-
Although older-
Charming,
More secure,
Amusing and sure.
They began as friends,
Nothing more.
He was alone,
Divorced many years before.
He spent his time,
His money,
On cameras,
Antiques,
Collectables of any kind.
She lived in a 4-room flat,
Close to the ocean,
3 stories above the shore.
She had few aquaintences.
She had few possessions,
Beyond her cat.
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