Wet With Remembrance (for David)
an old photo floats by
on a stream of consciousness
overflowing its muddied memory banks.
i catch a glimpse of a younger you
and there i am, in the same flash of a moment
the camera took to capture an apparition of our youth.
and i am soaking wet with remembrance
of those watershed years when we baptized ourselves
with beer as we sang in tongues a'flame with campfire songs.