bamboo memory

the way bamboo

streaks, strike

flesh; my memory

of you fleets in

swift strides, to your

grip; fists blown to

the nape of my neck.

the narrow

frame of a child is

but a stature of

love and union. while

you, remain – composed

of flight and absence.

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