well I had something in mind

well I had something in mind
but whatever it was it is gone now
well what do you expect
this brain is ninety plus years

even to get something down
the very attempt is a triumph
and who knows another day
everything will come back to me
a chinese junk with bamboo sails
carrying my cargo of old thoughts
memories of my perilous teens
all the lovely girls I dated then
those steadfast teammates
double dating on the soft weekends
with steadfast teammates
yes I have lingered here
well I will stop here praise the lord
some days are like this one
full of regret and thanksgiving

—From the aloe of evening