Foggy Notions

a poet’s journey

Memories and Tiny Bottles

Look back?

I do.

No longer with regrets but to find those moments I’m grateful for.

Does it trigger a river of uncomfortable memories?

It can. It has.

But I let them flow by, except for the happy notes addressed to me rolled up in tiny bottles. Those I fish out and read under a shady tree, and smile.

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