Flashes of Memory No.1
A solitary lash falls from my eye unto my face just as the aroma of the Moroccan tea invades my nose, And in the conspiring of these two disconnected events I am seized by a remembrance of which fate chose, The plot points of a past are at once freed from chains with all of the resultant unleashing of happy thoughts And I am thrust back into a charming childhood as mine becomes an enterprise of connecting dots.


















