“And what
Men desire
With such love
Nothing can
Remove
From their minds”
-Louis Zukofsky
memory’s a fickle master
revising as one wills
one imagines the past
as easily as the future
the death of a friend
reforms a narrative
as a river bed shifts
moving time across
borders of now and then
as easily as closing a door
behind you upon entering
a room full of strangers
reshapes the current’s flow
of what we will remember
(April 21, 2015)
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