Seventy:

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I dreamed I was a keeper 

who sang people’s lives into memory.

I held their things in my hands

and their memories became part

of our communal reverie.

So long lives this, 

and this gives life to thee.

Somewhere in the light I awoke 

and spoke this to you

in the morning.

I can still remember you and the we we 

once were. I will always remember the you 

who will live forever in the lines of this poem.

What is remembered lives.

Markle~

01April2021