Memories of a Thousand Years

Nobody remembers exactly the routine actions
The motions of hygiene nourishment transportation
The specific instance then rolls in unquiet
Not like the freestone peaches of July
The smoke from the Jamaican restaurant
The drone of motor with its harmonic series
More like a scandal during a mountain hike
An indiscretion when strangers looked askance
Or offended on the crowded trail
We’re all related of course in some dim genetic past
And even in the world around we share
The minerals the plants the household implements
Dispensing with them as we dispense with stars
With the dark tempting ocean

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