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Fall into Time


your eyes are closed as time
falls through your life – remember
but forgetting more as if our minds
are crowded with visitors of the
past

drawing pictures -searching for a
face among many tossed into a box
of yesterday, falling, time is now
an space of black and white faces –
age doesn’t matter now – life has
dished out strawberries, whip cream
and love

you were once his diamond – now
lost among the faces in a box, as if
too wonder why you have survived

falling through your fingers – time, 
those faces of yesterday  are faded
as your mother’s apron, your father’s
three
piece suit – more cardboard, more

stuff – you close the cardboard box,
but a can of Right Guard, a brown can
flung into the garbage – and who, 
will want these memories when it is their

time for memories to fall through
fingers – boxes piled higher – you find a
pair of pearls – you close your eyes
 – holding flowers  – your ring finger

soon to display a wedding band –
to match the diamond – one you lost
so long ago, you laugh, remembering

you left behind your  luggage, camera,
and makes up.  He had no idea
the cost to keep a woman – as rice fell
from his suitcase, and his fly was sewn
on his bathing trunks.

You are laughing so hard you begin to cry
 – he takes you to the five and dime – you
refused to place that stuff onto your face,

it ages you – as time – as opened boxes –
if only you were beneath the wooden

bench as headlights hit us, and you
made love in sand – at the lake, bare chested,
sun glasses in the evening caught headlights –
your smile caught my eye – so I continue to fly

as time falls through my fingers, eyes closed
remembering those days –feeling your arm
around my waist – both arms – you, kissing
my neck

but there is a space between the clutter
where you have been when I was traveling
finding my self – then returning to love you – 
you were off with another

it took a simple flower – several kisses, our
days seemed to be endless until I opened my
eyes and time never stood still.

Nancy Duci Denofio

 

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