Memory has a fly's eyes Facets facing every degree More nuance than a painting's color palette And more metaphor than a pond Lily pads support lazy turtles And there is the fly again Going from place to place Past to past A short life Too many moments Seeing meeting touch Where the hands come together Trying to stay alive Or eat Or make more Impulses reinterpreted as insults Rages returned as theater Characters on a literary dust jacket Wondering how long it lasts