We play the remembering game,
and I’m astonished at your recall,
these vivid episodes long lost to me.
But, at this remove, I’m afraid to ask
if you remember one hot summer night,
the sweet timothy crushed with surrendering,
and ten zillion stars laughing above.
The very place, I’ll bet, is
anchored in your reckoning.
I remember only
how a song of love
rose ineluctably in my soul
and spilled all over gladness.