my dream lies in disarray
broken pieces
of a fragmented memory
a heartstring tethered to a painted image
a solemn
caress by the wind at night
i can't tell you her name
i can't
remember
she took my etch-a-sketch away
and
left me without saying goodbye
one day i'll take a walk in the
park
there will be no angels there
the path will fade to black and
white
and maybe i'll remember
1/7/03