You revisit memories
knowing that soon some will be overwritten
permanently deleted . . .
Several refuse to come out . . .
Others waffle . . .
A long ball into the right field bleachers
the runners advancing
too late now to rethink the gameplan . . .
You too had to be dragged in here
by the scruff of the neck
pockets turned out, shoes and socks removed,
trying to buy time, incoherent . . .
and then, of course,
the room you pretend doesn't exist . . .
Sorry, but the title has been reworked . . .
The scene rewritten . . .
Someone had to do it, yes? . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |