October 13: The randomness of memory

This poem, from a moment this morning...

Phrases from a song

last heard playing in a bar

this past summer.

 

...leads to this one, from a moment in August:

 

Night out by myself

on the streets of Old Quebec,

happy observer.

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June 16: Fireflies

Misty back roads at night,

fireflies flickering past.

This.

 

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May 7: 80 degrees in Belfast

First warm night--

street music, chimney swifts,

and suddenly, a longing...

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December 23: Cat grass

Basket of cat grass--

to the happy, chewing cat

it tastes of summer.

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