Tonight as i lay in bed
i heard life going by
ghost train of memories
panes of light in parallax
in the mind's shuttered eye
lost love
the arc of a home run
in a softball game
fumbling for car keys
on a winter night
smells:
the Adirondacks
barbecue
the diaper pail
and suddenly:
the heaviness
pinned to the earth
as the comet of memory
whispered by
i saw that we exist
for the briefest
of eternities
and are gone
in a flash
that does not end
-- Mr. Gobley
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