Reparations by Lacy D PhillipsBelieve me that I loved the span of time we occupied,
the arc of our lives feathering out to the ends of a century.
I remember metallic voices emanating from dash boards
and being afraid of what both car and computer were capable.
I remember your face, magnificent in the rainbow reflection of a compact disc,
the black margins in the screen an ongoing cultural commentary
I believed in the shade of trees, even then,
and that the ever-expanding ripples on a pond were a prophecy. 06/25/2002 Posted on 06/25/2002 Copyright © 2025 Lacy D Phillips
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