Memory
Is
A
Net
That
Catches
Some
Days,
While
Others
Swim
Away.
Fixed
Scenes
Remain,
Tableaus
Of
Past
Times,
Faces
Of
The
Dead,
Childhood
Rhymes,
All
Stored
In
My
Head.
They
Reappear
From
Random
Years
When
I’m
Alone,
Like
The
Distant
Ring
Of
An
Old
Telephone.