Sunday, January 20, 2013

Memory code

Midst afternoon drive
the eye of sun
peeking behind
the gray puffy
brow of cloud
as I'm in the traffic
lots of times
through intersections,
the same way
takes me to places,
from day to day,
where familiar faces're
playing the life roles
just too real,
the way too close,
to voices
I heard in the past.
These memory traces...
"I remember the time
I knew what happiness was..."
So, I might not return your call
as I spent afternoon
lost ( how odd!)
in memory, searching
for happiness code.

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