Memories

underneath my bed
photos of my childhood
slowly fading lies
–
an old cigar box-
sacred relics
of my youth

in the dark shadows
cobwebs cling to memories
of a distant past
–
winter stubble-
remnants of
my father

open bed pickup
memories caught by the wind
litter the highway
–
twisted fingers-
brittle pages of
her wedding album

faces of the dead
constantly with me waiting
for my eyes to close
–
lost souls-
the silence
of the fen

Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times