Keepsakes
notable notations
have become keepsakes
collectable paper scrapes
with no book or look
remotely resembling their own
bits of envelope, napkin, and such
whatever happens to be handy
when that mood strikes
and i am compelled
by undeniable urges
to write something down
i have yet to figure out
why these bits of notation
seem so important to me
years later, i rarely remember them
and even on the occasion
when i might recall a detail
not much sense can i derive
from the cryptic hasty scrawls
most wind up a total mystery
one i never seem to solve
yet still i save them every one
thinking, one day i will
but the years seem unkind
my notes fade to yellow blurs
mouse chewed keepsakes
remnants left from another time
Copyright © Rd Mcmanes | Year Posted 2018
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