Memory

. . .down through yesterday
like lost shadows,
or a speeding ticket
for traveling too many hours in a day. . .
seems like a faded design
viewed through a silkscreen
or dusty cokebottles;
so many forgotten times
written in shorthand
when they should have been
on a canvas done by a master,
thinking long and thinking wrong,
days gone by like cards thrown in a hat,
all these things rolled past us
as if 'twere a long and smoky train
of railroad cars,
flashing by, full of something,
and yet, what i do remember
is hard to believe. . .

1997