Many moons ago
The branches of my life
Leafed out
In new directions
Bending and twisting
Videotapes map my past
Threading through the journey
Of truncated careers and interconnected callings
Tracing each slow and painful move
Tiny magnetic particles reel me in
I’m transferring memories
They are precious and preserved
At least for now

Free verse. Based on Videotapes.

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