Your memory cuts like barbed wire --
Smooth, cool, soothing in some places,
Sharp as a warning in others.
Could it be that we all lost
So much in that sunny spring
Just to learn indifference' cost?
I'd sooner kill a buzzing bumblebee,
A falter-flying honey machine,
For the sake of its meat.
There are pointed times. I wish I'd forget.
I confess to that weakness,
But I'm not frail enough to let go yet,
So I struggle, remembering to remember.
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