Dragons in the Gum Tree Grove

Where Were You When We Met?

I remember you at church
standing quiet in a pinafore;
I remember you on a porch
wearing lavender and white,
but I don't remember what you wore
or where you were the day we met.
Perhaps you wore a yellow frock,
or maybe a gown of midnight blue.
My cheesecloth memory I regret.
I know you stood quiet in back,
letting the talk wash over you.
I know we met in a public place,
and you watched the people come and go
with wary interest on your face.

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