Old Diary

Half-remembered laments
For till-now-forgotten loves.
Delicious adolescent pains
And rhymes that tried to make sense of them.
I smile now, and think:
        I know more words now.
        I could handle them much better
        With more dexterity, more skill,
        ...Perhaps less spontaneity
        (Which may be a good idea).
        And i wouldn’t do too badly
        With the poems either.

February 2001 (read at September 5th reading)