I feel the way light must feel
When it’s released from prism.
You only do two days, no how:
Day you go in and the day you
Come out. Here I am, though,
Near the Forsyth Park fountain
Counting each ray of sunlight
As something I mist. Misty
Memories hop like my head
Through similes literally all-all,
And I reflect upon you, Breath,
Wisp I didn’t hold: I just saw
A pic of you on the net, and tho’
You are now heavier set, still
You are a light. A sprite. A wight
Flickering through our time
Together, which was brief —
In which a point can be eternal.
Do you know what I mean about
“Time”? Like, it just keeps going.
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