involuntary memory
derived from the look of a pansy
         trodden into a puddle

what people look like
viewed from the bottom of the pool

my olive pink shell               whare
intimate in winter)

my bed is a small boat lost at sea

my old rocking pony there
a caption                at home with her horse

under the surface
i starfish
i diamond
the dog circles me round

my dad coming home
with a gold briefcase)

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