Memory This memory's sky is wider than high. Ants never suffer regret. When memories die, they don't ask why. A lump with long lashes, an unseen eye. Ants, in time, forget. This memory's sky is wider than high. This high desert wind sounds like a sigh. Nothing ever gets wet. When memories die, they don't ask why. Time lies in pieces, it will not fly. There is no safety net. This memory's sky is wider than high. The landscape listens, but does not cry Over this warehouse of old debt. When memories die, they don't ask why. These watches are watches no one will buy. This flesh lump's a mask we might have met. This memory's sky is wider than high. When memories die, they don't ask why. Peggy Landsman Peggy Landsman is the author of a poetry chapbook, To-wit To-woo (Foothills Publishing). Her work has been published in numerous journals and anthologies, including The Muse Strikes Back (Story Line Press), Breathe: 101 Contemporary Odes (C&R Press), Nasty Women Poets (Lost Horse Press), SWWIM Every Day, and Mezzo Cammin. This is her third poem in The Ekphrastic Review. She lives in South Florida where she swims in the warm Atlantic Ocean every chance she gets. https://peggylandsman.wordpress.com/
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