Summer

A poem about the pain of memory, and the things that are remembered or forgotten.

Summer dream

I dream of a blond haired girl
In a dry cedar forest
Its a memory
Like wining a million dollars
then waking up.

You can't choose
what you remember.

I hear her bare feet
on a brown floor
of dropped dry cedar bows
And smell the sun, hot and light
on the breeze.

Salt air

An ocean beyond the forest
we will never discover.

Memory is our cage.