Grieving in the All but Lost

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Our memories are retrieved by golden chains

That reach, reach, reach until they hook a jewel

From cavern depths.  The caves are in our brains,

Some deeper than we know.  No shallow pool

In Massachusetts that we dived in one

Warm night will do, but that has memories, too.

A moment in the bathroom tub once won,

Another in the frozen woods with you.

The hook and chain lift up a moment by

The highway when you stopped and bought a pot

Of purple flowers.  If I try and try,

I can’t recall their name, though.  That’s a blot

The chain and hook cannot repair.  Retrieve

The beauty and the purple.  Do not leave.

by phillipw | Apr 14, 2021 | CA, CO, ME | 0 comments