The memory reverberates again.
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Champagne exploding from its bottle;
An effervescent fountain of rose colored memories.
I haunt the courtyard again
Watching vultures steal the last white bones of what was,
Remember the banks embracing the blackened waters
And mourn the absence of footprints
Where once, we whispered in awe
Of the diamond-sequinned sable void.
I hear the songs of katydids
Swelling to peaks then crashing silent,
And count the towering sentinels;
A cottonwood(ed) hem
Circling our playground,
Where the water ripples against
Our empty, sand ridden thrones.