"To the Strangers"

The tip of that which flies

     softly to the skin of

          my teeth, and I do intend

     to catch it there, was

left adrift one biting night,

          and then I thought to catch it

                                   there.

Likening to the tips of fingers,

     I shook my hand to shake it

     of the memories that clustered there

and met the warm embrace of

                                   what I can't recall.

In happening and difference

     are the two alike; my

     hands under my arms,

held there by a desire

     to leave well enough

           

                                   alone, alone.

 And my mind is set a-reeling

     from the face the memories

          cast in my direction, and

          I cannot help but wonder

     how much different it would be

had I been born in

                                   May.

And thinking so to wonder,

     and to wonder so to please,

     that fetid time away, away,

is true to mind and body

when I think of           

                                   me in May.

A pair or more away,

     to "through the looking glass";

          away, away, away that view

          of looking down the lane.

     away, away, away that view

of looking down the lane.

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[Adreamer's Bluejay]

This is interesting, but i am honestly at a loss for words about it.