Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Geography of Memory

I'm haunted by days and nights I recall
When I first started to get to know you;
The details are clear, I perceive them all,
No interference, the signal comes through.

What happened yesterday I might not know
If someone were to ask me about it;
But I still know that first place and the glow
Of your face in the moonlit mist quiet.

There are traces in the sand where we walked
And some forests that remember our talk;
High above the mountains a red-tailed hawk
Disappears into the setting sun sky.

As simply as that hawk rides on the wind
I know where to go to see you again.

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