Memories
Looking out the window
All I see is trees
Sunlight shines overhead.
The impenetrable sun
Touches all it sees
Into gold.
Memories float by
Swift as time
Never looking back.
All those fun and games
Will now remain
Only in my head.
The way trees can just stay there
Endless, for all time.
Seems to be so simple.
I cannot picture
Even for an instant
The true world beyond.
5/29/2004
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