{What Stayed Behind}

Please remember me 
when the sun goes down
when the moon is round
remember me.
– The Reverend Horton Heat

 

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Remember her in moon
-light, words spilled to sea.

In the slight slant of sky
that says rain is coming.

In the way words bump
and grind, and leave a trail

of smiles behind.

 

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Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 24. 

 

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