to the naked girl toddling on the beach
your're out of sight and out of mind
as momentary
as the footprints she leaves in the sand
new dawn, new dog on the leash
she surrenders in the arms of the present
to me 'now' is a stranger whose grip-like embrace
I'd like to refuse
I close my eyes against 'now' and lock onto 'yesterday'
when I could still run my fingers through your knotted fur
I want to burrow in that memory like wild thistle tangled in your hair
With claw-like grip
You and I, lock-and-key
Velcro souls
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