Years
float like pale ribbons
between us
so sheer
they blow diaphanous the air
woven with filaments
of people and places,
poems and passions
past and present
transparent and strong
dangling
tangling
across time and place,
laced and jammed with
duties done and
undone
and still
we are
connected with words
spread across pages
reminding us of who we are
and have been
and how have you been?
and how do you live?
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