in time
my memories blend
stirred by scent and sound
goaded by wisps of ancient dreams
visions unhampered by mundane chores
i live in the integrated now where my poems
loom on strings around the corner from the then
and there

#279. memory day

May 31, 2010

war death waste

as the long lines fall
from life to memory
corners turned or never
to be turned again

grandchildren thrive
alive in another string
the universe sings

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