A daubed memory:
a singular tin soldier
stands guard in the rain.
A stained memory:
battles wage with wooden swords
in an oak’s shadow.
A scrubbed memory:
a voice sings through lightning bugs,
it’s time for dinner!
A lost memory:
weapons resign in the grass;
the foe dissipates.
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