July, 5, 1994.
London.
My first night outside of the states.
I am 21.
Home—Mountain View
Flew out of SFO.
2021
a color of a memory
a photo of our son
she needed you to show her
remember just a bit
riving on those roads
landing on that lake
that water plane
Alaska
tapas
Cha cha cha’s
sangria in spain San Francisco
crisp, warm, lemony—
calamari fritto
scatter, float, fall
I wanted to remember
wavy golden seas of leave
no memory too small
2021
no calls,
photos, zoom
but i can see you
your glowing screens
1992
NASA editing room
memories are colors
scents—
shades of light
songs, words in songs —
1994
Us. We loved to write.