Memories That Dance in the Rain

Childhood memories

tiptoe, twist,

tango, and tap dance

their way among

the drops

Drops of rain

onto the photographs

of our minds,

embrittled from

our oily hands,

whose loving touch

has left them

bent and warped  

Drops

inadvertently

embellished

with family lore

and yellowed

from the endless

procession of 

sunlight

until we can 

no longer tell

which moisture

is the true

memory of sweat

and which drops

were simply

the result

of the rain

Written April 24, 2020