(By Vern Crawford, November, 2013.)
Memories are rather like the things they never were.
People, places, colors, scents–all were similar to our memories.
For an instant or a day these memories persist,
Even offering recollections of distant decades past.
But what is it that preserves our memories, saves them at all?
Though they are never perfect, yet not wholly false,
What remains that is subject to our recall?
Yes, memories are rather like the things they never were:
Mirror/mimics of vanished nows. They also grant us time.