If only I could transport 
through the veil which separates me
from the dewy wet grasses and the icicle creeks. 
If I could but walk along the avenues of the orchards and 
       sit fervent 
             and still upon river rock. 

If only I could peek 
through the door which ruins my vision.
To see the autumnal colors 
sprinkle from the sky onto the 
salmon-broken waters. 
To watch the fruit bins       	fill
and move along to the warehouses, 
           making need for another fertile spring.

If only I could catch
a breeze
from beyond the gate and hear 
the song of the pickers.
Savor the sickly sweet 
stench of the lonesome fruit,
              just waiting for a wander to ravish it. 
To feel the electric air sharpen my nostrils and ears and moisten
                                                               my eyes.

If only I could find 
that wide arch. 


I would be able to remember

          All

                  that I have vowed to forget.

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