In Early August

When thoughtful of my early Iife, I groan

remembering something I'd done or not

transported in time to an unearthed bone

that my brain knows, and I'd almost forgot.

Appearing from nowhere out of context

often unwelcome from a time when single

as if tagged this is best expressed as sext

received split screen where life's images mingle,

precipitating moments seen again

triggered presumably by stimuli

unknown to science, magical brain-

made neuron spasms flashing inner eye.

Then you glance at me and smile, I'm redeemed.

Everything is now better than it seemed.

Dick Russell © Richard M Russell

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