poetry and prose by stephen chute
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
imagine that
i almost thought of you
the other day.
i can't remember exactly what
happened.
what time it was,
a scent in the air,
the season, perhaps,
a face in the crowd,
a head of hair
in front of me.
but i almost thought of you,
imagine that,
with all these years gone
past.
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