Sunday, October 22, 2017

Sunday

—Anonymous Photo



There is No Remembering—

only storytelling: making up
some lovely plotline I can
live with: retool those ugly

shoes that pinch, make them
looser to cut out the wincing,
get me through yet another

long, long walk of a day…

There is no such thing as
true remembering, is there?
I have my own scrapbook

of favorite lies: dog-
earred photos yellowed
by time—my own mythology

that I’ve wrestled, wrangled
and re-worked ‘til its leather
softens, soothes, gets me through

another long walk of a day… 


—Kathy Kieth, Diamond Springs, CA

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—Medusa