A Scavenger Hunt for Memory by Heather A Busse
Twisted lanes of life covered in footprints and tire treads, Dust covered highways, barren except for a single tumble weed, Drifting in the wind.
There on rocky heights, hands find a purchase and foothold, Slip and skid halfway down to cling dinged and banged, Worn in tattered skin.
Underneath a jagged rock lives Memory, when I was, Five years old my kitten Tiffany plays in sunlight on the stair, Scratches on my hand.
In the stars there is the winter of my youth, And we are moving in the middle of the night no rent, no place, One car and boxes.
