Memory
By W.S. Merk
memory
is a windblown ridge
shifting in light and color
chimney smoke whispers
our shared sky
smudging your kiss
into blurred rouge questions
this morning
this early afternoon
what better time
to carelessly drop open
the sheaf of our history
and read aloud
the page that lands
open in sunlight
W.S. Merk has been living and writing in Juneau, Alaska since 1991.
The Capital City Weekly accepts poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction submissions for Writers’ Weir on a rolling basis and will publish them as space and competition allow. Send submissions to editor@capweek.com.
