I wander in my recent mind...
Today I saw the dirty ice out on the lake,
No recent memory of dirty ice is there.
Today I watched a multitude at sale,
No memory of sailing will prevail.
And luster upon luster brazened dull,
Has sat inside my brain all afternoon.
It seems erasure of some thoughts
not channeled have gone lost so...
There I wander in my recent mind.
And, it does appear, I have gone lost.
And, all at once, the thought is tossed.
Say does anyone remember using e-mail as a form of communication in the past?