
Diane Elayne Dees
What I Remember
I remember warm glasses
of cognac, eyes like blue marbles,
borrowed pants too short, wet hair,
breath that tasted like just-ripe apricots,
the dart of joy that shot through you
when I read you the words
of a John Prine song.
I have no letters, no photos,
no matchbox cover, not
even a comb or sock
left behind as souvenir.
Years blur like small towns
that whir across the train's window.
A full moon I remembered rising
from behind a mountain--a moon
that made me shiver when I was a girl--
really rose, I later learned, from behind
an amphitheater. Details are shadows
in indigo twilight, but--the shiver?
The shiver is as real as an angel
from Montgomery.
Diane Elayne Dees is a psychotherapist and writer in Covington, Louisiana, across Lake
Ponchartrain from New Orleans. Diane's poems, short stories, essays, and creative nonfiction
have appeared in many journals. A former political/ social issue blog publisher (The Dees
Diversion) and blogger for the Mother Jones MoJo Blog, Diane now publishes Women Who
Serve, a blog about women's professional tennis.
Diane is also an organic gardener who lives with her husband and four bossy cats--Roxie and
Velma, and their young friends, Ziggy Stardust and Tarzan.
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