10,364. TARRAGON

TARRAGON

I have a devil of a time with names.

I have a devil of a time with money.

I have a devil of a time, it seems, with

everything normal. But that's just me;

I neither makes rules for others, nor

abide by any. Sometimes I can recall

things as if they were yesterday, and

other times it's just a fog. Savannah,

Georgia, and St. Augustine, Florida,

two good examples : in each place I just

ended up to wander and found wandering

to be the end I wanted. I can still recall

each bit and shading. And then, last

week right here, I saw something but

cannot remember where I saw it, or

hardly even what it was. Ain't fair.

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Down there, obviously, in those two

places, it had to do with the architecture.

Not so much the people  -  they were 

all the same, mostly, and just traveling, 

like me. In Savannah, some perfectly

gorgeous tour guide was telling a small

group of  -  it seemed, perfectly disinterested  -

tourists about some nearby courthouse in a

central square. I wanted to scream at the

jerks to pay her some mind. But I stayed

quiet, and just went along my way.

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But, my point still being, I can remember

so perfectly what is receding away; what's 

here, by contrast, I have to fight to recall.

So near...and yet so far away.