Selecting slivers <br />of the past, <br />the sould finds <br />solace from memory <br />in memory. <br /> <br /> <br />Orange blossom dawns. <br />The Sex Pistols for breakfast. <br />Green corn tamales. <br />The pungent desert <br />after winter rain. <br />Lingering mimosa sunsets. <br /> <br /> <br />Everything <br />that was <br />us.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recuerdo-4/
