in time
my memories blend
stirred by scent and sound
goaded by wisps of ancient dreams
visions unhampered by mundane chores
i live in the integrated now where my poems
loom on strings around the corner from the then
and there

and the bricks
with thier red dust
hand mixed with water
mud filling space filled with air
with walls and an oven for the bread

doubting nothing the bright woman
kneads the dough as her children
do thier chores
and laugh

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