To Walk Into Memory

To walk into memory
the steps that once you walked
when you needed no future

to breathe in fog
to smell the salt
to taste the ocean with your skin
to follow the path
as it dips under the highway
covering you in darkness
to emerge in damp pines’
haphazard frame
of sand and water below you
to walk in the halo
of your childhood down steps
of four-by-four pinned earth

is to walk in filaments
of dream that dangle in your eyes
like stencils cut from what you see.

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