Tagged: memory

when we cross paths, the

when we cross paths, the
recognition will not be
instantaneous –

more felt, less remembrance, waiting
for the joy or pain to subside
.
20230207:1941
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even as we branch

even as we branch
out, we will revisit our
roots, yearn for something

we have long forgotten, can
no longer feel the contours of
.
20230130:2048
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your stories live on

your stories live on
long after you have left us –
grandma’s great pot of

dill, simmering on the stove,
its scent fueling new memories
.
20230129:1136
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back when colorful

back when colorful
purslane took root in the cracks
of our driveway, we

pull them up like weeds, not knowing
that the years would add value
.
20230109:2046
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we remember the

we remember the
slope of every third hill that saved
us, of every fifth

incline that challenged us, letting
go of the slippery slide
.
20230102:0943
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we were head over

we were head over
heels hooked on making each other
laugh, if that is not

platonic soulmate-making
stuff, then we don’t know what is
.
20230101:2218
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for eight weeks that spring,

for eight weeks that spring,
maybe more, maybe less, the
opportunity

for something like love was present
like a swarm of birds, feeding
.
20221228:1050
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brushing up on a

new neurons bump

new neurons bump
into older neurons,
triggering mental and
muscular gymnastics,
stumbling across
the language of liszt’s
la campanella,
accepting that
a mountain is taller
than a mountain
.
20221111:1157
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about the sealed box

about the sealed box
that is memory, we’ve misplaced
the key, retraced our

steps into the early aughts,
got sampled by the music
.
20221110:1303
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