he forgets, then forgets
that he forgot
Do you remember?
is the forbidden phrase
the list of things forgotten—
broken window, unpaid bills,
car accidents, names—all high
on the long, long list
of things I wrote down
looked at, wondered, worried
like kindergarten or an old song
that’s all long ago
now the forgotten things
unwritten
go out into a field
scatter themselves
breed wildflowers or weeds
depending on time of day
or who is looking out the window
Someday, I’ll gather them up
as many as I can carry
as many as I remember
a huge bouquet of incident and echo
I’ll toss back to the ocean
to drift or sink
be forgotten again
to wait for Vishnu
asleep on the waves
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
a magnificent poem!
thank you so much. Your work inspires me–