The shadow of a cloud
moved across the grass.


I watched it pass.


And after it passed
it became a pleasant memory –
and then it became a forgotten memory
for my mind let go of it
to tend to other matters
requirement my employment.


But now that cloud shadow
has become a memory revived
for it has been re-captured with my pen
and I’ve allowed you entree
into one of the shadows of my mind
that does not resemble darkness.

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