Nostalgia

The wind blows in fuzzy xeroxes
of everything good that ever happened to you.
They get sent, with today's view
from your heart, through the trash compactor,
and when you take the garbage out,
bits of damp smelly paper blowing out,
like thunderstorms,
you catch a glimpse of something now abstracted
in the rain clouds and mulch.

copyright 2003 Kylie Svenson