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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.]