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Pretending That It Never Was
You can go with me now
And I can lift you high above your yard:
I can carry you high above the astringencies,
Even if it is only that
I am not drunk: I am not far from Mexico,
And the purple dreams are
Purple
And getting deeper, and the time spreads out
And remembers the few times that you made
Love to me,
And after the minnows have followed:
And the blue gills,
And the mermaids: then it is time to go,
And there is no time for remembering your
Kisses:
While everything that happened to us
Has come up to the surface,
While the fire burns around the silhouettes of
The pretty windmill:
While fire just burns over the slow avenues
Of the blue gills,
And then just disappears with the anonymous
Morning, as if just pretending that it never was-
poem
by
Bret R. Crabrooke
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