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Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Erosion, Terzata #39

Forgetting is memory erosion,

As though sand is being drawn

From a beach by high ocean


Waves. It returns like fall dawn,

Each day a bit dimmer,

But never completely gone.


I am not a strong swimmer

And fear the undertow

More than the shark’s shimmer


Coming at me from below.

I think him an old emotion

I still, but vaguely, know —

Toothless, a dying pet’s devotion.