As whispers do.

They’ve become water-colored,
my memories of you.
They hide in the wind as whispers do.

Moments brush-stroked in to the scene —
silent, maddening moments.

As whispers do.
Parking lot wall off Roosevelt Way.
Seattle, WA
5.3.10

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