Black & White

I wish right now
that all memories were black & white.
That they all took place in the fall
on a Sunday
watching football.

That the smell of noon dinner
permeated them all
that hooded sweatshirts and jeans
were worn into cool October weather.

That the trees in the back yard
and across the street
were failing to keep their leaves.

I wish all memories were black and white.
They are not colder, but somehow warmer.
Then we look to the other senses for memory.