Dust

 

 

 

Iconic memories become photographs

in the album

 

Faded memories

become dust between the pages

 

~

 

Our evening walk on the Plaza

jogs a memory

 

walking with friends, here

years ago

 

I had forgotten

Dust

 

~

 

I strolled this same square

by this same church

 

Janet on my left

Sweet Louise on my right

 

free and easy

feeling adult in my independence

 

childish enough to know better

on the cusp

 

~

 

The memory faded

supplanted by new joys and trials

 

~

 

I find myself again in Santa Fe

this time to live

 

Walking by the church it hits me

I've been here before

 

The memory comes rushing back in full

with all the associated feelings

 

of that remarkable, carefree

coming-of-age summer

 

and a sadness for the passing of time

There is no going back

 

~

 

But I am back

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-09-07 at 01:02

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
I know the feeling . . . I felt the same when I visited the place I grew up. I really like the 'universal appeal' of your poem.
2020-09-10