It happened so quick
I paused to reflect
afterward
to be precise
it seemed
it was all before
what was left
was afterward
with but hope
that memories
would remain
intact
did the red rose
greet my nose
did the foam
of the wave
greet my toes
did the finch
listen
to my sighs
while I await
the peach to ripen
under
the summer sun.
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