Remembering Last
Summer
Last summer
should be fresh in my mind.
Certainly I did
things which marked me.
Certainly I must
have done things worth remembering,
But I cannot—for
the life of me—as they say
Re-member, piece
back together, last summer.
There was no
hurricane,
At least not
here.
Perhaps in
Mexico or Belize,
But not here.
There were no
great reunions
Of family and
friends,
No re-membering
of my diverse extended family.
There were
funerals, to be sure,
But I am
confused as to whether they were last summer
Or the summer
before.
Certainly there
were summer birds whose preening I caught
And continue to
keep on my devices.
Certainly there
were flowers, roses, daylilies, and irises,
Ginger blooms
and crepe myrtle blossoms
Which I caught
and keep.
But they live
quietly, peacefully, on my devices.
They, and all of
last summer, no longer live in my memory.
--June 26, 2013
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