Memories Falling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Memories Falling



7: 07 p.m.
Yesterday's memories falling out all over themselves,
wanting to be seen first.
Allowing the images to line up and unite, giving in
to each other so they'll all get a chance to be seen
and written in poems.
Maybe becoming famous in literature of the future.
7: 08 p.m. 11/7/13

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