as if remembered
home
lights me
with its lamps
and warms
the rooms
with afternoons
long since forgotten-
curious clouds
curtaining
cracked windows
as if remembered
chair
sets me
in the sun
that warms the day
with afternoons
all but forgotten-
curious flowers
leaning
on my shadow
as if remembered
fence
backs me
to a post
corals
the golden weeds
in afternoons
their scent forgotten-
pedals of bees
buzzing
for a blossom
as if remembered
day
wakes me
in the past
and beckons
a western sun
for afternoons
inexplicably forgotten-
dandelion
shadows
waving
at the Autumn wind
