Saturday, March 19, 2011

Remembering


In the grip of something where
the half-forgotten
are remembered:
kicking leaves
in the fading light,
running
over fields of dry grass,
and trying to forget a love for the boy named Danny
during the moments I played the child
I was quickly leaving behind.

2 comments:

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

The bittersweetness of remembering a past love.

Cha sen said...

Denise,

Yes, indeed.