Long Ago Echo

Even if you hate them now,

After enough time, you will

Come to like things you’ve hated

Since childhood—not everything,

And not, as you’ve thought, because

You’ve learned the true worth of things—

You’ll like some childhood dislikes

Since you associate them

With your own, exact childhood,

No one else’s. Likewise, if

You find some change saddens you,

Don’t pretend it’s history

And tradition, or nature,

You’re defending. Ask yourself

If it isn’t maybe just

The way you remember things,

Even things new at the time,

As they were when you were young.

Love is memory’s echo.

A single-propeller plane

Drones across bare skies. How fine.