burn barrel

I recall nothing
from what I don’t remember
impaled as I played

dark memory trails
rise up but drop deep inside
every last rock

so pound in the taps
watch sap run into buckets
boiling down sweetness

memories will fade
except for those we cherish
over and over

yes — I can’t recall
whatever I’ve forgotten
except for each peach

tasting remembrance
stillness I may yet become
as I burn away

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne
Source: Impromptu 08 | Harold Abromovitz|
Process: Reflect and select