I realized I'd missed my legs
my boy legs, those
memories of fields & walking &
what kind of pants did I wear
what did they look like,
remembering completely
and being so sure about
where I was going & why,
I remember my little brother
as a boy--our endless stories
growing longer, longer--
further away--
I know my parents
their tender eyes and
hands--their love,
my sister scribbling on
white paper--opening a
book store in our basement--
hand drawn stapled little books--
stealing the copies back
after they'd been sold
I suddenly recall knowing everything
I'd forgotten.
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