Try to remember

Suspiciously like the sound…

Or the feel of wet pavement and that hole in your shoe

What it was like when he cried as a baby,

Or his laugh as a young boy.

They say smell is the strongest sense of memory

or Wipe his hair from his eyes and hand him ice cream

And breath forming fog on the snowy morning

And walk with him on the sand.

or Hear his voice and the frustration

To toss him one more time to hear that laugh

And pick up after him

Try to remember when he learned how to drive

Or his notes on that trumpet

And our trip to Arizona

The sparks of a campfire rising for a moment into a black desert sky

And merging with the countless stars

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