Dormancies of childhood
surfacing,
winging on remembered phrases:
dyphthong delicacies,
quintessential, mused
upon under apple trees.
Then I looked at my watch,
my apple-watching timepiece,
having seen seasons from blossom to windfall,
and it had lost its hands:
then I knew
that those remembered hours
will no longer
call for me.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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