A reader on my blog today
Dug up something from long ago...
An essay on Charles Lamb
And Jane Austen.
At first, I had no recall
Of the essay, but then poring over it
The memories came back vague and shadowy.
Memory is such a faulty thing...
Yet I remember... when I read it...
And they slowly return
As the browned pages
Of Lamb's essay bring back perfect recall.
And then you wonder about sin...
What have I done that I don't know?
If anything... that a moment's glance
Can bring it back? Heaven forbid, remove it far away.
Vague Memories
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B. K. Neifert 