Of Memory

Shiny and unforgiving
The bracelet apparently grew thorns
The run in my stocking
Was shaped a little like the buildings
In a photo he once showed me
When he was in Porto

It’s funny how the mind can recall
Something so seemingly vague
But of course the exception:
Staring at the outline of a cityscape
For days
The brain also favors repetition

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