It's so easy to let moments slip
Like scarves of silk
Sifting past fingertips
Into a puddle
Memories mimic rainbows
With oil slick sheen
If I'm not careful,
Ease my feet into
Stretched out prints
Shifting sands
My words fall to the floor
Shattering like eggs
Leaving traces of yolk
And salmanilia
Me with pristine spatula
Thinking, 'Not again! '
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