My New Sunglasses

Early Jagger Dance Movez

"But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,

say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep

for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless:

I am living I remember you."

by: Marie Howe

from: "What the Living Do"

I scrawled this bit of the poem in the bottom corner of an old journal in December of 2008. It popped into my head today.