Saturday, March 8, 2014


Memories of my family
have begun to peel
slivers of colors fading
in my mind
fractured pieces surface
and in with the tide
washes the dreadful feeling
that these memories are more
dream than reality
but then it seems kinder really
that I'm not sure these memories are
if they're not real
I don't have to think about
where those dream-people
are buried.