steady raindrops tripping softly along my window
stopping briefly to look in at me before
continuing their earth-seeking journey
leaving behind a memory of
a yesterday I thought I’d forgotten,
but that still lives
still
lives
still
life
still life in your picture on a shelf
all that I thought remained but
this memory oh
this memory trickles like the rain
washing away the rest
wrapping me gently in liquid arms
for a while
for a while
4/29/24
Karen McCaskey 