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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.]