Dust to Dust
I want to burn everything I own/repelled at the staggering piles of junk/accumulated over eight decades…
Memory Goes On Without Us
Memory is a magpie
grabbing shiny moments to gild her nest.
Sunrise on Kilimanjaro, salt-spiced sex
in Florence, snowball fights with grandkids
shrieking as ice slides down wet shirts.
All part of her nest like sticks and twigs.…
Memory is a Shapeshifter
Inventing scenes that never happened
playing with reality like a cubist painter
altering it like a dress maker
the soft ease of a mother’s shoulder
first prize in middle school math…
DRIVE THRU
Let’s all remember the year 1947,
not because the Kon-Tiki sailed across the Pacific, India became independent, the CIA was
