Flash-Backs At Forty-One
Memories sharpen with hastening years…
Sand-box and shovel and toys
And tree-forts and pranks, and my Sunday-school thanks,
Little boy yearnings and joys.
Later, Tom Sawyer’s the would-be Don Juan,
Highways, and one-night hotels.
Cheap beer at the bar. And an unlucky star
Lighting those furnished room hells.
Finally, faces of long-ago friends
Focus, recede and return;
One dead and some wed…souvenirs in my head.
Brilliant memories burn
Sweeter than incense, within the mind’s urn.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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