I Keep Them In Here
 Slip through and under, slip over and beyond |  The way the light Fell across the room That day |  Memory settled Like motes of dust |  Under the floorboards, Fallen through the corners of the house. |
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 Where do I keep them? I keep them in here. |  Hiding harmless assumptions And misunderstandings |  That slip beyond The tip of the tongue |  It sparkled The last time I saw it |
 Is it any better? Is it any worse? |  It is not What I expected. |  I was only as tall as the long grass, When sat out under the sun, For a brief and delicate time |  Early spring blossom, White and delicate, Like the things made out of paper, That littered my childhood. |
 The outstretched fingertips, The tip of the tongue whisper |  Summer winds blowing Strongly across ripe wheat Rippling darker currents |  Time is spent Slipping past the path Following scents of promise |  I am not sure that I completely remember |
 The gentle movement of leaves The echo of empty halls |  And there are some things That we just Don't talk about |  Rain and time Reflect back to us Only the things We choose to recall |  Forgetting the rest |