Some memories make me laugh,
like when a friend ran bare-assed into a river.
Others slap me again with the burn of embarrassment:
Walking into a meeting late, all eyes on me,
Sneezing and coughing during a poetry reading.
Some I forget easily, like long
tedious traffic jams or the edge of
a cupboard door hitting my head.
Some I choose to remember,
like when the Kirby salesman promised a quick clean,
then overstayed his welcome trying to sell one;
Inviting the wrong person into my home;
These so I won’t make the same mistake again.
Some I want to hang onto, to record;
Making love, slow and deliberate,
traveling to Palm Springs in February,
Dinner at China One or Olive Garden,
enjoying libations and great conversations
with some close and dear friends.
Time to stop reminiscing, the clock is ticking;
got to go out and make some new wonderful memories!