Vernon S.



    Speak of memory

    and you will discover

    that it is fluid and flows

    like rain dripping from 

    rooftops,washing into an

    arroyo of unseen canals

    and like a flash of light

    they disappear 

    swept into muddy puddles whose     

    clouded distortions like        

    mirrors in a carnival funhouse

    offer a modified v]sion that is     

    different every time the ripples

    made by playful breezes clear

    So do mot rely upon memory

    for like dreams,the grest     

    tricksters, they will rob you

    of the joy you have known,

    if you hsve not saved them    

    in the chambers of the heart.

    For a heart may be broken

    but it will never deceive