Paradise
       

We were waiting for a train in the echoing underground.
I was thirteen. He was old, a family friend, a refugee from another century.
The Gestapo hammered at his front door with the order for his arrest
as he walked out the back door with nothing but his passport in his pocket.
Just before our train thundered into the station, making it impossible to hear.
out of the blue, he said to me, memory is a paradise no one can expel you from.
This morning, in another century, I woke up, remembering.

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from The Moment's Only Moment
Nodin Press
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