amongst the
cards and pictures
pressed flowers
yellowed letters
a matchbook
that coaster from berlin
a program from
some broadway play
amidst it all I shove
a ticket stub
interleaved in the strata
of tangible memory
so I might someday
unearth this night
and relive sweet melody
or if some stranger
might wander through
the detritus of my life
to see a self complete
Used with permission of author.
Keeping (and Telling) the Past 