Memories
Anne Catalano
I had a spirit once
a little girl-who pressed so hard the crayons broke, who made donuts
and tacos out of air
So quick and alert, darting this way and that,
running grooves into the carpet
or sitting on a cloud sharing a makeup bag with Mary Poppins
She found magic in dead flowers,
and knew all the best hide and seek spots
She lived in the branches of the highest eucalyptus tree-
where the bark was peeled off layer by layer
There she sat wishing she too could fly through the air like the leaves
that drifted, spiraling down to the ground
Now all I have left of her are
Images trapped in still photographs
and in the stilted motion of old films on the projector screen.
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