#22
I heard shots fired
and sirens wailing
in distress the day
I first met you.
It was entirely unrelated
but the memory sticks
like the smell of chlorine
and the oppression of clouds
on a muggy day, witholding
that precious downpour.
I saw you, and the chance
association of mismatched imagery
faded into the background. the rest
as they say, is history.
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