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On Missing

I pick a handful of clouds 

Standing at the top of the cliff 

Mother calls from behind, the usual “be careful” 

Her voice shreds the clouds 

How loud!! I was about to fall 

From the edge of the dream 

Dreamy cliffs, Dreamy clouds 

A thin membrane separates the two 

..Me and you

Holding my mother’s finger I help her 

gather the clouds, the laces, the dreams 

Everything else is left behind, I wave 

I’ll be back next season” I yell 

..for the whole summer 

If only 

my fading memory could retain 

this whole landscape, and you