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THE MUSIC OF MEMORY.
#26 She sees his face Wavering as a smile In the lights of the crowd From the carousel as it slowly spins Through the veil of memory, Ephemeral and ethereal. Its jaunty tune cuts through years So that age is but a distant star Twinkling in the carnival bulbs, Glowing as time blurs in paint smears all around. Hurriedly, the years whirl by, As yarn unravels from a spool, They run down the beach, But their hands don’t quite touch And the memory snaps As a bubble pops From her brain. The music slows, And then it fades. The remembrance of a face.
Kathryn Sadakierski United States