It’s occurred to me
that past is prologue only
to ideas of past
You can’t remember
the same situation twice
it gets more complex
In that it must deal
with continuing notions
of unmade present
A life kept on hold
is a moment that is not
strict movement forward
It has been days now
since the moon was visible
but Venus twinkles
Not quite like a star
because that song is over
we stopped singing it
You can tell silence
in the sound that surrounds it
and in nothing else