Banana-handled Memory

A Poem

from JoeUser Forums
I have ridden my memories
like a bicycle one time
too many, and now they are
paint-faded rust-laden
lackluster rubish no
longer solid colors
except for the brick
red of iron oxide.
poetry
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
So, then it's time to go out and make some new memories.

I ache for your longing sadness.

I pray there is sunlight where you are today,

thanks for the writing,
Moskowitz