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A remembrance of words
in the silence after conversation

a phrase left an odd impression
and so it stays in the mind.

Like a rise of past moments
in a quiet room,

echoes with no purpose.
The slop of water in a stone hollow

within the white noise of waves,
a rise and fall

to which I sway
in lax sympathy.

1st know version Apr, 2002
Latest version Jan, 2004
This poem is more−or−less complete
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