Such a colorful
memory you had
(before the shock):
bright, when we had expected it to be gray.
one of us could collect the animated
chunks spattered on the ceiling, walls,
across the floor. Glowing at our feet.
Wish that one of us could make a small incision
and carefully stuff vivid memory back in:
take the auroral thoughts and recollections
shove them back
into the creases where they once lodged,
reattach them to bright, living cells.
have been warned that this would happen.
They should have advised us to wear dark glasses.
2River View, 3_4 (Summer 1999)