They hang; a heavy weightlessness,
like long forgotten memories
seeking renewal. The man sits,
beside the window, looking
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Hey Malcolm, That's me. Your quest reveals a naked part of us all, old or not-old. This is the first I've read of you, and this one echos the beauty of a William Stafford poem. All yours, all the way, remembering, re-attaching what is true, what counts, Phillip
Very powerful and so worth the read.Love Duncan