i remember staring at the window
fighting to see through the tears
that cloud my gaze
i am blinded by the light
of remembrance
where memories come in stark
contrast to the reality that embraces me now
some of them dance in frolic
some crawl shyly with melancholy
but through it all
even in the shaking
of the ground where
i try to stand firm
i hold on to the beat
of my heart that
lived for love.
[image: A two-lane highway running straight to the horizon across Oregon’s
high desert grassland] A beige stone tool on a ledge above Leslie Gulch,
and a s...
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