The day is grey
Sunday
Alone
Remembering your smile
Tomorrow I will drive east
To meet the rising sun
Again I will remember
This day
Grey
Alone
One day
I will remember not to remember
Follow the sun as it sets in the west
Return home
April 14, 2013 Sunday Whirl
Saturate, control, bold, unwind, sword, often, skeptical, slight, might, sign, ninth,threshold
On the threshold of my seventyth year
I unwind the story of my life
Skeptical that I have lived so long
Without control of the past
Only my response
It is perhaps the ninth time
I have tried to recall it al
Grief has sometimes saturated my years
Yet, without armor or sword
Boldly continued
With a sigh
Try as I might
The details are slight
Memory dims
I vow to try again another day
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