What is there
To say,
to listen to
talk it over
and
sort out

recollect,
recognize
blotched faces
Hold on to them
or let slip
in cascade of time

Wander in search
To imagine
having found
massacred moments

March a funeral
never to talk about
or talk
only to explain
and be together

Suddenly

to hear a word
run scot-free
or
sit back
clean down
greasy gossamers,
bait past
with shredded souvenirs
hook it up,
and
put on display.

© Copyright, Tina Rathore

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