The Sound of Memory
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
With all our forgets and plans stand the memories
until life grinds us down ’til 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
Her Two Cents
There’s something quite magical about walking around on a warm, summer night. Whether your evening landscape is painted with shades of black and blue or swirling and sparkling with glitter and lights, it’s the perfect time to wonder and dream about what the new day might bring.
