Memories Are Colors

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
it was us who needed to write