Starched linens cool my cheeks for sleep
yet perfumed mind me of a shore where swept
sweet smelling airs from the lily's fragrant rot.

Through past and present, does my lookout keep,
for key to enter in where faded memory's kept
and regain forever, that once treasured spot.

Do grasshoppers still gamboling leap
from shadowed ferns where I clumsy stepped
in search of shade while corn row's sun was hot.

If only once more, could I nimble creep
through brush to water's edge where willows wept
with tears quite real while mine were not.

Long years have passed but now I weep
with tears quite real each night when prepped
by white robed keepers who'd vacate my cot.

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