Sometimes forget
and write September,

or some long-past year,
the moment’s default,

multiverse–
Somewhere it is

September, somewhere
it’s still summer, yesterday

bluebird at the beach
and honeysuckle–

a wash of memory,
clean sweep of tide,

a commuting.
The effect is gentle,

soft as this breeze,
yesterday’s breeze, still

a breeze somewhere, or
what will become another,

conservation,
so cleanly seen, forget

and write conversation,
again clarity in lapse

of memory, saying
what I didn’t know

I meant, surpise!
suddenly as clear as sky