Nostalgia

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Do you remember when we used
To dance simply because
It was the only thing
There was to do?

O Temerity! O Youth!
You are hastening your retreat
Into the carnivorous ventricles
Of memory, and my arms are folded.

I never wanted to be good.
                  I only wanted to be beautiful
As you are beautiful, to drift
                  Endlessly, without direction
            And softly through the lavender air.
Your sparkling image reflected
                       Off the looking glass of Summer.

-r. miller

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