that we forget everything
our pictures mean nothing
how we behaved that day
among myriad all distinct
any unbearable moments
end as night always ends
who will be remembered
for the one thing they did
a play or two a mad action
the child himself forgotten
coincidence with odd fate
remembering little valued
so the moment must suffice
appreciated while occurring
valued as part of a pattern
rhythmically coherent cool
and warm enough exactly
what was wanted all along
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