Memories as Lasting as a Christmas Tree Dumped on a Heap

 

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Mind, even Christmas Days can be denied

Their memories.  Lost for decades now a pic

Resurfaces.  (A special day can slide

To nearly nothing.)  Baleful is the slick

Slide down (in lapse and blankness), and then, pow!,

The snapshot yanks it back to eye of mind.  You

Think, “How could that have happened?”  In that wow!

Epiphany the mind will nearly woo

Remembrance back and maybe get a hint

Of what that Christmas Day was like, how mild

It was despite the month.  This view will squint

The day, though, with this glossy print beguiled.

  It wasn’t like that, really.  And then . . . those

  That you were with that day are . . . erased prose.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Jun 18, 2023 | LO, ME | 2 comments