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I Remember
By Wesley Williamson

I remember, when I was a child,
How all my greedy senses intertwined,
October's fur blurring sharp morning corners,
And buttered toast a siren song
From a wonderland four short breaths beyond
The brass knobbed bedpost.

I remember, when I was a child,
Sleepily repeating the bedtime prayer,
Each phrase fixed by invariant coordinates
In the mind's continuum;
'Our Father'
Ablaze upon closed eyelids,
'Which art in Heaven',
a slow parabola of stars.

I remember when I was a child
In snatches through the mist:
So the globe-circling mariner
Strains back for one last glimpse
Of the dim home lights, soon lost
As his sails fill with the venturing wind.

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