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When I read Stephen King.
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An infant child crawls in the tall grass.
A fat gray cat comes near
Then runs when he reaches for it.
The grass feels soft and hard at the same time.
Someone picks him up
And carries him towards the back porch.
The fence, yard, weathered shingles
Sunlight, wind
Pleasure.
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Can we see the past so clearly?
Some can.
Carrying it all.
Filling minds with joy and sorrow.
Hearts seeing.
The pictures so clear.
Feeling the past.
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Later the child watches as the cat gives birth.
So many.
Scary.
The dreams come soon after.
Under the covers.
The light
The bird caught in a cocoon.
Struggling but unable to free itself.
Scary.
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Life in pictures
In the mind.
Movies running slowly
Real.
Clear
Far away.
Joy and sorrow.
Untouchable.
Unfixable.
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by Steve Hopkins