(Early March, 2011)
Memory as Honesty
What would if mean
If you told her you loved her
But could not recall it?
Can a lifetime of color
Be washed to dull-edgeless gray
In one bad day?
What demon shadow is this
That follows me always
But when I am alone?
I confess I have been untrue.
A heart decided knows
What it has said.
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Memory as Motion
Mostly I remember the sweat
Of distaste
Of displeasure
Of dispute
Only I am robbed by the stuppor
Of inaction
Of indecision
Of hesitation
Truly I am trouble by the vacancy
Of momentum
Of connection
Of comprehension
Surely I am more than these:
Sweat
Stuppor
Vacancy
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Memory from the deeper past
The harbor was green and singing then
Untouched
By an iron-clad foot.
It's waters teemed with life
Unfettered
By fear of discovery.
I ran about like a lunatic then
Moonstruck
Mindless of my place
In the order of things
Unfettered
By the bonds of awareness
The harbor and I sang together then
Calling out
The almost unseen dawn
Drawing out the darkness of the woods
Unfettered
By the obscurity and ignorance of night
