FIND-MELTED-DOWN-MEMORIES-
ONCE-FROZEN
When I awakened
upon my pillow
to spy a tomtit
in the willow
outside my room,
outside my window,
I spied, too, tracks
there in the snow.
Yes I spied tracks
there in the snow
that led me back
to times long-ago
where the days
were sunshiny-yellow
like the tomtit's breast.
Ah my fine fellow,
sure find that she
is no more frozen in memory.
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