cluttering the landscape
with memories,
true or false;
some rooted deep
while others bloom
unbidden,
from some imagined unreality;
still others bearing down the track,
inevitable, looming
while we stand waiting
to be carried into some vacation spot
where palm trees sway like hope
behind a veil of tears
and coconuts fall and split before us:
food and drink
to fill the aching heart.
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