Tuesday Reverie


Pausing to puzzle
as summer slides into autumn
like a melted popsicle —
where do the days


Is the past like a unicorn —
elusive and impossible to
prove or disprove, but we
want to believe it


the cure for all that ails.
If we look back, forward,
right, left, up and down,
we will find


Copyright 2019 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: Night is the right time for looking back over the day and maybe even further back — into long nights of hope, hurry, joy, and worry. Drinking each memory like a liquor that tastes sweet, bitter, tangy, and spicy, by turns. I hope your memories taste sweet tonight.

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