MEETING IN THE OLD PATH – Suddenly the phoenix trees lean oddly, a bicycle bell chiming hangs in the air, the earth spins at top speed and it’s a night again ten years ago. The phoenix trees swayed gently then, too. A bell flung the blossoms’ smells along the throbbing avenue. Darkness closed in, then crept out from everywhere. Memories of that day fuse with seeing you now. Perhaps nothing happened, and it’s merely my fantasy, triggered by the path. Maybe everything really did happen. I’m used to things as they are and won’t cry anymore.
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