Treasure Island

Ralph J. Silverman

(San Francisco, California)

Memories


Memories are
Commas
Periods
questions Marks
Exclamation Points

Memories are
Monuments
Within the span
Of a lifetime

Memories
Haunt
Annoy
Anger
Prod

Memories are
Beacons
Illuminating
Experiences
Personal, casual

Memories
Teach
Please
Delight
Entertain

Memories are
Hitching posts
Associating
Families
Friends, Events

Memories are
Store houses of
Relationships
Flowering
Developing
Ending

Memories are
Pandora boxes
Flagged
Dangerous
Open gently

Memories are
Commas, periods
Questions marks

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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