The Persistence Of Memory Poem by Doral Deepset

A moon drifts into
the Past
(not looking where it is
going)

bumps into a me
I used to be.

“Oh, don’t tell me..
...I’ve got to go through all that again! ”
it mutters
(under its breath)
to itself.

An owl who doesn’t give a hoot
...gives a hoot.

My tears
stained silver

suddenly trickle through
the moonlight.

Lost now
in shadows

Memory
like the moon

snagged & torn

on a satellite dish
& crooked cracked chimney pot.