For Love, Memory

Memory is a kind
of fire, sad drowsy flame,
electrical current
connecting one

moment to the next,
to now. Leaves under
foot disintegrate,
grass retains its texture.

You walk into space
and create what
was only nothing
a second before.

It repeats, circular
motion around the sun
for love, planets
falling into one another.

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher