I wrote this in 1997. It was first presented at a Writer's Club meeting in Indianapolis and was subsequently published elsewhere in 1999.
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One night nothing other than ordinary
nothing to remember no one to remember it by
one night falling from the sky on black thunder
cloud with sabre's edge lighting
flash carried with it a memory
a memory nothing other than ordinary
like a bit of spinach caught between teeth
sting of after-shave aging face staring from
a faded reflection on the mirror
a cold shower lingering aftershock of jalepenos
what is it about that night and that memory special
going around endlessly like wind caught in a reed forest
like bamboo enslaved to humming like mosquitoes to my skin
it comes back around pulling me by my toes
or hair or any other convenient part left unguarded
was it her eyes or her lips
seldom speaking saying volumes
or was it just the newness of something forgotten
wicked as it was going in circles
yeah like spinach caught between the teeth
it lingers with one distinction
it was ordinary
