August Fifteen 2008

     August Fifteen

Incomprehensible,

The mystery

Of why

I

Think

Each August fifteenth

Of my parent’s anniversary.

It must show

The child’s love

That layers memory

In parts

That stand for long lost time.

It makes me sad

Where sadness has no feeling.

Background depths

Unreachable

And, as I said,

Incomprehensible.

Why try?

© August Fifteen 8.15.2008

Love Relationships; Pure Nakedness;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

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