Childhood memories
tiptoe, twist,
tango, and tap dance
their way among
the drops
Drops of rain
onto the photographs
of our minds,
embrittled from
our oily hands,
whose loving touch
has left them
bent and warped
Drops
inadvertently
embellished
with family lore
and yellowed
from the endless
procession of
sunlight
until we can
no longer tell
which moisture
is the true
memory of sweat
and which drops
were simply
the result
of the rain
24 Apr 2020
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