from the chalkboard

from the chalkboard where i first dropped my eyes
to the playground and the schoolyard where my eyes
first fell on fate,
she was there …
in a forgotten dream, now recalled on this island alone.
the girl in the trees
that i read about in sleep
the girl in the lilies
blonde hair in the sun
there … do you see?
at the fence, bright, covered in light and
blonde in the sun, the white castle walls are cracked,
and there, i thought i recalled a smile.

(August 2005)

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