Cave

She stepped through the imaginary

lines of the barricaded cave.

Plastered across the ceiling,

are memories framed.

Deep into the zone

is bouncing castles,

and orange creamsicles

of two years old.

Fuzzy –

the outlines of her silhouette.

She replayed cassettes upon

Plato’s cave.

If no one remembered,

was she there?

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