the memory fades
like de la Mare’s
halcyon days
into thin air
to be plucked
like a single wildflower
by the senses
in those unexpected hours
that seem to pass
all the more quickly
these days
half rhyme
Notes Untitled and Unfinished
these are sensations
familiar to some
in my history
though their intensity
and effect on me
require new terms
named exclusively
after you
