white petals pepper the blacktop
mimed child walks white dashes of the dogwooded lane
on asphalt wet and air curtained close
dangling aerosols doddle in wordless wonder
cold and rain and warm fog clings
an eventide embrace still reminds
of dim mind-side photographs that pass in
pass and pull out the colour to grin in all grey
filching promises of yesterdays come
as two magnets pulled upright together
under may moons bright and summery
seen at the brink, but not beyond
the salt water surges, pools
diminishes at a will, a hand-waved breeze
and a determined stride of the white dashed lines.
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