"We construct our worlds
out of memories."
What memories live on
in the names of old silver patterns
Woodlily
Greenbrier
Damask Rose
Oh, green summers that fled away
Old Mirror
Rose Point
Grande Baroque
Summers in Richmond under the stars
Melrose
Woodwind
Joan of Arc
Where have they
gone,
the girls who chose
them?
Their voices come
back,
Silver and lonely in
the dusk.
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