H
e a r t S o n s & H e a r t
D a u g h t e r s
of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N
a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 :
A r c h i v e s E d i
t i o n
BOB RIXON
The Memory Of Memory
Having said it
all
saying goodby
again &
again until
I almost believe
it
Surely there is
a season
for the
forgetting
when the leaves
hide
the scars of the
branch
When the birds
sing swinging
along the
sagging wires
surely there is
a better
& louder
song than my own
I drain the
fragrance
from the
honeysuckle
carrying that
scent with me
like the memory
of a dance
the memory of
memory
my unspoken
obligation –
when I meet you
there
I will deny it
ever happened
[Originally
published in NHS 1992, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs92/index.html#25.]