Memory Lane

July 27, 2012
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Looking out the window
I see a mirage
Of myself
And I feel like a fool

In the window
I see long, old ruts
Blazing a trail

The old marks
In the parched earth
Through persistent frost
And cold hail
To erase their

Through the window
I see myself
As an intricately patterned
On the earth

I look at this landscape
Through the window
And I see a mirage
Of myself
And on this landscape
I plant
Beautiful flowers

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