linoleum
spring morning sky blue
a join across the middle slightly curling
and there across the room
an effort away the wicker chair
spring morning sky blue
gold where hands have worn its repair
and where a child with golden locks runs
and leaps
and just succeeds
and hold it there
this memory shining like that linoleum
still pristine seventy two and a half years later
where is everyone
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