Second Memory

Second Memory

Memories
Sifted particles of time clinging in our mind
Willfully refusing alteration or disposal.

Seconds
Reanimated by chemical impulse
In our untarnished golden cache of life.

I remember
Lakes cooling sultry brown-skinned girls,
Living dreams with graceful limbs and tempting pirate smiles.

I remember
Stylish cars with flowing frames and hungry engines,
Machines seeking novel adventures and dark delights.

I remember
Battles of rock bands in local armories and crowed halls:
The Soul Brothers, The Rampagers, The Bare Facts, Blended Foam.

I remember
The touch, the first kiss, and the awkward moment
Spent wondering what to say or do with agonizing doubts of love.

I remember
Drive-ins with B-Movies, deep forests and fire-lit parties,
Skinny-dipping in the moonlight, and funny 2:00 A.M conversations.

I remember
The joy of wearing a leather hand and steel-cleated shoes
And waving a wooden stick at a round ball to hear a resounding pop.

Most of all, I remember when teenage Disneyland became reality:
When the friend-shift began,
When the "they" turned to "me,"
When the serious came to stay,
When the decisions had to be made,
When it became "what I made it."

Memories,
Living specters that inhabit our minds
But remain forever beyond our grasp.

Seconds,
Time that beckons our unconditional surrender
To youthful freedoms and loves forever lost.