memories from the south

amanda

amanda with the spirited smile
i see her eyes and face in the soul of another

her prance belies the fragile connection
between heart and spine, love and honesty

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still is the southern night

dogwood leaves hold themselves
against the moonlight like memories

refusing to blur

the past doesn’t recede
as you would like

the future is not always
the face you want to see

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remnants sometimes surface...