RECOLLECTIONS OF THE FUTURE

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After many years…

The ghostly presence
of restive breeze rushed passed
like students scrambling
for shitbox space in
a lecture room, under this tree

Their legs are still tall and
beautiful; fair, fair and dark.
Lipsticks brushed on our
undergraduate shirts,
and full breasts boofered
and we bloated.

Then a car sped across the shade,
a wind hurried away the breeze
and some dry, crispy, leafen drops.

After several years
they found our way
to the same shade.

Written by: Torty Abasi Tortivie

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