Third Memory
I watched large flakes of snow
drifting to the hard ground
in waves washing over
dragging me through an undertow
of possible crashing currents
a brief, turbulent flow
I knew it wasn’t snow
falling from sullen sky
but plant like, clumps of seeds
tufts of milkweed strands sigh
in this scarlet field
snow fell and now it rains
something asphalt black flowers
stretching from these plains
my history muddled
moments skimming puddles
sinking below
water's skin
to dark, to sky
turning in tailspin
syringe drug,
a seed, feeling
that remakes my being
that lets me remember
a computer program
a line of sloppy code
that sends me down this road
quite drunk, spinning out on black ice,
rolling over an embankment
through a cloudburst of floating seeds
flying from the car, landing in
a bed of gentle weeds