Slender paper burning Wisps into the Kansas night Carrying away my memories On thick dank fumes As the last sparks burn out The cold night air rushes back Holding my head tight Squeezing back in my lost thoughts Filling the empty space With all those things forgot In vivid details Found here in evening things thought gone Now returned with deeper perspective
I lost my short-term memory.
It was there and then it moved
like the flash of a red fox
My short-term memory
has no address but here
no time but now.
It is a straight-man, waiting to speak
to fill in empty space
with name, date, trivia, punch line.
And then it fails to show….
It is lost, hiding somewhere out back
a dried ragweed stalk on the Kansas Prairie…”
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