We would go for walks
on fall days
and talk about the future
Do you remember the day
we looked at the clouds as the sun set
pink as if God had spilled wine on a white table cloth
I was walking yesterday
and saw that same sky 30 years later
a vintage we never shared.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just another summer memory.
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