I Remember

 

I remember when the 

pages crackled in the 

licking tongues of fire.

How they browned and 

burned and floated up; 

more pages opening to 

the sky and to the flames.

I remember when we 

thought so much about 

ourselves we thought 

we knew all the truth there 

was to know, so we 

burned books.

I am glad we have grown up

enough to keep ourselves under control 

and not burn books. Perhaps someday 

we shall actually listen to each other.

25 November 1995