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                                                   Scatterbrain

Odd remembrances haunt my lazy, bored brain.  Almost drowning when very young.  Do I really remember it, or do I picture it as it was described to me?  My older sister says that it did happen.  The now great grandmother and widow that I made out with sixty years ago.  A small clothing store that I walked past in Portland fifty plus years ago.  I have no idea why that local Mode O’Day store, all these years defunct has an effect on me.  I never went in it; I only wandered by it in the 1960s.  The traumatized beauty that abruptly rejected me while we were in college.

Rather than live in the moment, I live in the moments of a painful past or a fearful future.

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