Memories fragile, ripped away a stretch, reaching for-was it something I said? Was it what I did? I can’t remember.
New Strength (poem #566)
Muscle rip, tears to heal, a new form ache, and aching for a time after, rinse repeat. new muscle, new tear, new strength.
Distant Echoes (poem #565)
Distant echoes, remind the horizon of atomic blasts decades ago. The air, everything, changed forever. Date, dated, dating past, present, future, meticulously counted.
Lost (poem #564)
Mind and memory, can I forget myself in the smoke, a thought bends like light through a prism, no matter what way it turns it’s always different, my memory filtering through, grasping to keep my self separate from my dreams. Lost.
the package (poem #563)
Snow packed, dreams drifting. I opened the package, the tape stuck to my fingers, the debris of plastic bubbles and cardboard within cardboard. Unwrap, unpack, inside, something I knew was going to arrive.