Nights Like This

Growing up
we had a many different magical moments
on nights like this.

For me
I’ve reached a second month
of Christmas Days
(even at the most liberal)
and the truth of the matter
is that when I turn back
look over my shoulder
and remember the past
as though it were an old movie
flitting across a blurred screen
with bubbling lights
and packages that held
more wonder and mystery
than anything I could know
I wouldn’t have shaped those
in any other way.

The more of these that pass
or gather
in the periphery
of my memory
the clearer and more appreciative I am of them.

It’s nice to remember
the good stuff for what it was
having appreciated it
as it happened.


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