FredPeyer

Memory

The word hovers

Just outside my grasp

Like a bee hovering

Between two flowers

Not knowing

Which one to serve first

 

The name bounces

Off the walls of my skull

Like a ping pong ball

Bouncing off the table

Impossible

To recall

 

The location could as well

Be in outer space

Like a place on the

Dark side of the moon

Somehow familiar

But not reached

 

My memory is

Trapped between two flowers

Bouncing off to somewhere

In outer space

Never to be seen

Or heard of again