by Margarita Engle
Descending
into the land
of childhood
a yellow-walled town
on the coast
of light
memory’s
turbulent landing
each rediscovery
of time flow
and place love
always new.
Originally posted 2008-04-27 10:41:05.
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Wonderful poem. I especially love the last four lines…