This is how I would remember you,
flushed and luminous.
A golden gate against
an aching blue.
Your breeze a gladful hand
tousling her hair
Your sun, lucent lips
against her cheek.
A pleasant stranger,
a favorite aunt.
This is how I would remember you -
sky and hills and dirt and sea
each pebbles in my pocket,
each taken home with me.
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