this is where and when she was
I remember nothing from yesterday
but this is where and when she was
I could draw you a picture
I could draw a picture of her,
where and when she was
in a thunderstorm,
sheltering under
a bronze monument
on a cross-country bus,
buried in her hair,
all out of Mississippi
sunburnt on the grass
at the fire hall field day
after all summer
clinging to a railing,
orange shorts, orange shirt,
orange roller blades
standing waist-deep
in an Arizona lake
and watching me back
crossing a street,
her skirt gently swaying
as she disappears
[[ all real images, not all the same person ]]
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