Isn’t memory mostly instinct
supplemented with pictures
sensations dream-like and
vivid water-color sketches
like the ones we shoplifted
from a tiny gallery in Maine
in 1969 was it the life
we wouldn’t be living there
facing the Atlantic
winters we did want to
that made us do it
take something back
with us not ours to
remind us of our loss?
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