Recalling Times I Never Knew
Rondeau
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Recalling times I never knew I woke this morning with the dew And stepped outside to watch the sheaves Of sunlight dancing in the leaves Reminding me of me and you. Two months ago when we drove through Montana we knew what to do To feel the magic up our sleeves Recalling times. With summer days now slim and few We wait to take off our last shoe And meet again among the weaves Where hide-and-seeking undeceives The sunrise in eternal now Recalling times.
There is a good rhythm to this poem that really drives it along, and which I find quite appropriate for describing a drive through Montana. I also like that second last line. Not many poets writing now write a line as memorable as 'the sunrise in eternal now'.
Memories from the past are melded together to form an expectation of the future.