Memory is a zephyr
and kills time only for a moment but --
Like a wave rearing up lion-rampant
sweeps the helpless sand to the deep
how the fragrance of my old friend
in a department store bottle
turned back the clock,
swept me back to the time
she opened her mouth
and out flowed a young and meticulous song.
And her body made delicate,
and her innocence went
on the elder faces.
-- c. 1980