the floating sounds
come to rest,
lightly on my mind

like a frozen dream -
a place I've been before
roars to life and
consumes me

a thousand old hopes are
renewed, and I want to
be ... with her

all the should have beens
replay slowly
as I live them out
before myself




Copyright 1982 by James W. Troy


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