Literature
Echoed Memories
We are all echoes lost
in the hidden valleys
and green dells of long gone
songs. There are daisy chains
that float under our feet.
Images invoke fractured
memories, the arrow
as it hits the mark. Soft
sounds of waves roll against
the sand. A nod and some
lingering look that sparks
a soul aflame again.
Back to childhood, to days
of school and games. The sport
in those brave few minutes
before a performance.
Odd things spring up, moments
once vague, now forgotten,
like a kachina doll
shown as the art it is.
Where this life leads, I dare
not sing, I dare not peek.