Ned Schultz
The Sudden Memory
Dedicated to Charles Simic, in appreciation of his wonderful poem:
The Road in the Clouds
Your undergarments and mine,
Sent flying around the room
Like a storm of white feathers
Striking the window and ceiling.
Something like repressed laughter
Is in the air
As we lie in sweet content
Drifting off to sleep
With the treetops in purple light
And the sudden memory
Of riding a bicycle
Using no hands
Down a steep winding road
To the blue sea.
[from "Walking the Black Cat", copyright 1996 by Charles Simic]
The Sudden Memory
Dedicated to Charles Simic, in appreciation of his wonderful poem:
The Road in the Clouds
Your undergarments and mine,
Sent flying around the room
Like a storm of white feathers
Striking the window and ceiling.
Something like repressed laughter
Is in the air
As we lie in sweet content
Drifting off to sleep
With the treetops in purple light
And the sudden memory
Of riding a bicycle
Using no hands
Down a steep winding road
To the blue sea.
[from "Walking the Black Cat", copyright 1996 by Charles Simic]