Watercolor Left In the Rain

69th birthday. Neighbors bring cake and sing. I've been having trouble remembering things. One night driving home I get lost a block away. People I know by name I greet with Hey, You. I don't worry, I blame wine. It's not dementia. Mom was afflicted. I have her hammer toes too. When memory fails I take a trip through the alphabet. Like fishing I sometimes catch something, remembering. Other times I forget what I know, just beyond reach. It's a watercolor left overnight in the heavy rain.