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holiday

i remember a holiday so bright     its sparkle blinded me

i remember the bus trips were red     but the sky was a thick wet cloth

wrung out by baby hands     because it kept dripping dripping

i remember the cold and the winds     that were loved and sometimes not

i remember a coat    i think i remember a coat     i remember a mountain high

and its misty vapours swirling      i remember how night sped by

in less time than a minute     i ever not sleepy in that unquiet room

surprised by the morning light     i remember the breeze in my eyes

and my lips smiling     i remember a window     i think it was an open window    

i remember all the malls in the world i was factory-marched through    

i remember their lord-of-the-ringly feel of subterranean and blue     and seeing

ten thousand moles scuttle along the paths in dusky chaos     i remember a

tiny house with a tiny door that did not invite me in     i remember a kindness    

i think it was your kindness.

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i am pleased for the way poetry has the ability to remind one and take one back