#SUNDAYPOETRY - JANUARY, PART II
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BLACK ICE
BLACK ICE TRANSPARENT THROUGH THE TREES
LINE THE PATHWAY; THE ROAD TO THE LEFT
IS LIT IN AMBER GLOW, IN ROWS
OF FLOWERS. A SHRINE FORMS SOON TO FOLLOW:
EACH PHOTOGRAPH IS OVERLAPPED
AS IF THE LAST IS ALWAYS PRESENT.
AS IF SIGHT IS WHAT IT MEANS TO SEE, TO REMEMBER.
WHEN ALL OF HIM ARE ALWAYS PAST:
THE DIRT ROAD, THE OLD COAT, THE SUNNY DAY
A YOUNG BOY, STREAKED WITH MUD, LAUGHTER THROUGH THE TREES
A YOUNG MAN WITH A CIGARETTE, ARM AROUND A YOUNGER BLACK-HAIRED BEAUTY
AT NIGHT, WHISPS OF COLOURED LIGHTS CAPTURING TIME
THE GRADUATION SUIT, THE CAMPING TRIP, WHEN HIS HAIR WAS LONG.
WHEN MEMORY BECOMES MEANING.
WHEN MEMORY UNDERSTANDS ITSELF, AND BECOMES FOREVER
