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.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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