Dearest
Somewhere between the tales
of the “Rock and the Soft Place” there
is the great mystery of the life
lived without the scribe to take
note and record the moments that
have come into the days of lavish
games and adventure into the
fog of memory. Washed along the
shorelines — faded by years of sun,
rain and snows — the deeper layers
of time erasing the tale — but yet
still here — bones are heavy
and time slows to the ripple of
chance — the architect of the
story shouting at the postman —
we wait and we wait — answering
the question — One of a kind
not alone anymore
With Love and Laughter
Always
Mailarta October 2024
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