We are the thoughts that we can recollect
Persist and pulse the beat of melting clocks
Chase as it disappears bright tail of fox
Strutted as owned the park. Time vulture pecked
Her from herself. Her beauty nail sharp wit
Lasted until it did not when the glass
No more showed her her self. And these things pass
Clouds bubbles memories. I'd like to hit
Time in the face so hard. All summer long
She played the same damn record Tapestry
Weaves mighty real taste of the Earl Gray tea
Poured endlessly. And still the same old song.
She is not here. Was not before her death.
Yet in my mind laugh smile and husky breath.