Let those 
things go
make room 
for new
memories do 
what memories 
must haunt 
they remind
they reminisce 
what they 
don’t do 
is dream 
for dreams 
belong here 

It’s strange this 
making peace with 
the past it’s 
unclear and unknown 
the weight which 
we carry drag 
or keep moving 
it around as
though somehow it’s 
important when in
fact it’s not 
when in fact 
it is gone 
no better than 
just another memory 
of another summer 
some pasts do
make it into 
the present but 
only when they’re 
welcomed and never 
when they have 
over stayed it

Now the dust 
of last week 
having been stirred
up by the 
whirlwind we are 
begins to settle 
it’s time to 
view what’s left 
contrary to before 
this landscape isn’t 
scarred but rebuilt 
foundations are set
things in place 
to build upon 
accepting my past
into my present 
some see foolish 
but I see
spring and all 
of its abundant 
possibilities of flowers 

I’d much rather 
be living here 
like this than
living there like 
that there was
oh I guess 
distraction and excitement 
but here is
where I found 
my harmony and 
happiness nothing against 
you or about 
you except that 
that’s exactly what 
there like that 
was all about 

The mountains 
bruise easily 
at dawn
and buildings 
they blush
in the 
low morning 
sun quickly 
forgotten their 
chagrin fades
as the 
sun moves 
higher like 
a teacher 
standing over 
a student 
certain of
their misdeeds
and all
look innocent