They gather in vivid memory
family of yore
wearing their youth like street clothes
there were no family pets in that time
maybe a vague cat but
allergies had their rules
There was no music
my own sound track
played on a silver transistor radio
Interrupted by the bad news of the day
The agile mind perches precariously
peering across the chasm of decades
brought back in time by falling water
long fountain droplets
coffee of morning
rich foamy cup barely sweetened
taste of home
gladdened by dogs eager for the fancy blue sky
music playing titled
“Not enough memories”
all this makes me think on shapes of clouds like earthly things
here on the cusp of the day
#NaPoWriMo
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