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II

Will you walk again with me, my dear,

So that our hands hang near

To sometimes touch

Perhaps clutch

Should inclination

Better us.

Will you walk with me, my dear,

In the garden.

Where each step is the moment

Undecided,

Each movement a momentary

Step towards another place and time

Inseparable

Even in the human mind.

Memories never fixed

But continual transformation

Of the passage

Of the shaping of the river

And the riverbank.

Meaning meaningful, visible

Only in light of the Light

And of the Darkness.

Here the Present is the unbound

Fluidic form

Of all steered through all

Where the clematis ravels

And unravels

To the calling of the garden?s lore.

Now we are here, my dear,

On this day and in this hour

Beneath the magnolia,

And the memories

On the lavender?s fumes

Are of another place and time.

Though the moment felt deeply

In some sense indelible,

Still the un-stilled moment

Of the here and now

Sometimes caught on camera;

The frozen frame

Serving only as reminder

Of the chosen moment uncontained

And of the transience of things.

Such is the way.

May we remember this

When next we meet, my dear.