Old times

What comes back so quickly is
The night of a day’s open space
As you cast eyes wide that crinkle
To a sun hid in the hill’s clouds.

The day will open to stay closed
A slideshow that stops a buffer
To hang indefinitely, inevitably,
A movement frozen into a smile.

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