© 2018 by Chris Blackall

February 25, 2017

Notice how quickly,

flash becomes fade

then nostalgia glows.

Without this way,

all would be

and never leave.

The familiar comforts.

Swaddled in warmth;

tender plump rare.

The isolated transform.

Friction into flame.

Sparkle in sapphire.

Multitudes fade flashes.

Window shoppers deli...

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