ocean clouds broke on a mango tidepool-sky,
the sun, whispering the last heat of day,
promised tomorrow would be sweeter
and i wondered, if when i'm older,
i'll be dreaming of this moment and some distant memories
in a not-so-distant sleep...
like blurred-out photographs that fall behind your dresser
perhaps the very best ones.
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