Thursday, February 9, 2017

The Fault of Memory


Having to kind of carefully construct the day;
old age is on its way.
Make certain of the order of things:
when kiss; when take out the milk.
So much hangs on habit.
Strike a surprise,
jump the track;
you'll flounder in the snow,
a whiteout that could lose you,
so turn, regain the rails,
and follow them back home.

February 9 2017

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