Memory

Sometimes, you may have noticed, I try to use an illustration that goes along with the poem.

I was stumped at first, when I tried to think of something to match today's little offering.

Then it occurred to me ... there it was, under my nose, practically ... the rearview mirror on the Little Red Car, famous among readers of my former weekly newsletter, "Squiggles & Giggles," for its many escapades.

And what is memory? Why, it's a looking back at things which are sometimes indistinct, blurred, reversed, or "closer than you think."

And now the poem:

MEMORY

I know I've stashed

scads of things

in the dusty attic

of my mind . . .

but in which boxes

are they hiding,

when I really,

really need them?

© 1996

(originally published in Capper's)

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Today's word: hiding