Running Down a Memory

When chasing a memory, I concede!

A wanting for everything.imageedit_5_3071766003

Everything it should have been.

If I amble after a flashback…too far

It will surely run me back.

A tackle-box  of strangeness from the past.

wheels in motion

fresh cut grass

the fur lined evergreens reeking of purity.

Inflamed by all that is good to remain.

I chase the postcard distance for a sense of glory.

Dignity, however, has only one expression among the tall peaks.

Nothing to glamorize.

No memory is free.