I remember the evening

which was a Sunday

like the Sun remembers the East,

Not because it was magical

I thank God it was tangible

Nothing of dreams

or the faraway tree.

 

I remember it

like Dorothy does her slippers

ruby and gold

sparkling in moonlight

a teenage dream taking flight,

Or like a fish to water

Natural and with ease

because you were there

a face without a name

and I, without a care.

 

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WP #10: sunday evening

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