Nostalgia

when the memories go in easy
they come out frequently
dirt may find itself covering
that which does not want to rise
dusting oneself off happens only
when one feels that things could be
only as they are and the dust is a
mindless effect, rather than a sign
of the slime of the self
psychological scrabble makes a word game
that cannot be won
it must be played anyway
infinite puzzle with a limited scope
like a consultant with a short mesh grade
you remember, don’t you?
it was a beautiful spring day
a perfect beginning to a novel
it all happened as it should have,
didn’t it? i think so, but time has
dusted these grounds: a double meaning
to be watched