Abigail Reid, A Regard

A Regard

ABIGAIL REID

It materialized from some phantom memory—a lone ranger’s unsung history, But that remains frivolous. Thrust into perpetual snapshots That dim and fade, but feeling remains. Forgetting to thank—

Cheeks puffed full with dollops of words, promptly swallowed, And made new with our letup of laughter bred from a whim. All this and more and more and more.

Details expire, but we shall not.