too well
do I remember
the we of us
immature bliss-blessed
our clothes lay
around us on the floor
scattered like petals
scattered like petals
from a fading bloom
we were the center
of both the universe
and blossom
pistil and stamen – we
I squandered springtime
sowing a mighty whirlwind
in ignorant arrogance
I did harvest the squall
only too well
do I remember
the we of us
still I do mourn
for that infinite loss
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