Gimmie

Peter’s off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva), he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem: Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection. Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like, into the intoxicating liquor of memory. The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted. Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage.