its like the train passing
at night
you hear the echo of its whistle
and know that it has past
but it is gone
its like a shower that falls
in early morning
you see the evidence on the ground
and know that it will evaporate
well before noon
its like eating a piece of shortcake
a sumptuous desert of summer berries
crowned with a billow of sweetened cream
you taste and savor each bite
and you know that this might be
the best you eat
because you picked them
those exact berries will never grow again
it like remembering a night of dancing
and the glimmer of it
a collection of happiness and enjoyment
your feet and heart moving to the music
as if you were gliding across ice
your full skirt billowing out
above your patent red high heels
tap-tap the moments gone
and you're older
your knees sometimes don't hold you
but the memory of flickering lights
and the pulses of music move through you
an electric current of thoughts
and irrational impulses
flashes
glimpses
moments
time
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