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