Associative Memory
By Brandon Palzkill
Strange, how a simple song
Can trigger
A rush of vivid memories
Two or more minutes long,
I figure,
Yet everything comes back to me.
Such a joyous affair,
honoring
the vows of those who came before.
Happiness everywhere,
and we’d sing
for an hour or three or four.
Lost are those distant days,
when I hit
those strings with jubilant fingers,
Quickly, they went away,
and I sit,
here and now, while the past lingers.
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