The Semaphore Anthology: Memory is Defined by What We Forget
The face of the girl on the bus. The smell of ripe peaches
rotting on wet grass. Asphalt shredding skin
on a knee fallen from a wobbling bicycle.
Products on random aisles in the supermarket.
Pages of math problems. Waffles for breakfast
three years ago Sunday. Every person
who ever passed you on the street stepping aside
January 07th, 2012 Tags: poetry memory Valerie Valdes
