momentary slides,

of lifes’ exquisite times,

at times,


are dusted, burnished,

shedding the weight, baggage,


of random strings,

at once,


flinging me opposite you,

in a dream i relished,


not long ago,


so know this, if nothing else,

those moments within me reside,


today, now,

as timely as the coming in of each dawns tide … …

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