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 side view 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:
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?
(originally published in Capper's)
Today's word: hiding