Anew
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Anew
With all our forgets and plans
stand the memories
until life grinds us down
till we’re tiny molecules
hanging out with the dust in
the thick summer night
filled with the memories
we never actually lived through
and it’s in this black night to blue
thick swirled primordial stew
that I still dream
of the green leaves anew
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I can’t always identify a Lee Taylor poem on the Brooklyn MC but as his poetry blog is titled, “With All Our Forgets and Plans,” I’m pretty sure this must be his work. I love the line, ‘…memories we never actually lived through” it’s so true, isn’t it? So many times we think the memories are reality but they aren’t.
