OPTIONAL POETRY

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 […]