Banana-handled Memory

A Poem

Published on May 30, 2007 By Hazel Target In Poetry

I have ridden my memories
like a bicycle one time
too many, and now they are
paint-faded rust-laden
lackluster rubish no
longer solid colors
except for the brick
red of iron oxide.

Comments

Buddah Moskowitz

on May 30, 2007

So, then it's time to go out and make some new memories.

I ache for your longing sadness.

I pray there is sunlight where you are today,

thanks for the writing,
Moskowitz

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