Hi, Mark—
After the first quatrain I expected a poem about an old girlfriend. You surprised me by dropping her like an overripe avocado and giving me a poem about memory. All of us have had the experience of a smell or a snatch of melody unlocking a flood of vivid memories that we had no idea were hidden away in the deepest recesses of our minds. All of us have realized that an experience that we thought we remembered clearly didn’t, in fact, happen that way at all. And all of us have been puzzled by the oddness of the associations among experiences that we sometimes make. How much of ourselves have we forgotten irretrievably?
I had to look up “bladderwrack.” It’s my new favorite word.
Glenn
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