Even now when inexplicably
I think of you, something blooms
Like a time-lapse reel of a lush
Unfurling flower
And I awake in a city garden of eyes
Suspended in the faith of lucky moments
.
My memory is freckled with the dust
Of missing children
And I know the odds of lost to found
But I’ll scan a random street
Downtown despite myself
For a little girl I’m nearly sure
I wouldn’t recognize now
.
Ona Tzar, I don’t think of you often
But when I do, I wonder where you are
Out among the rangy hipsters
With your books and pearls
I’ll look for you when a word
I’ve heard in passing
Rhymes with your name
And something unexpected blooms again
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