The Persistence of Memory

this
mind
shifts from
vectors of
place and performance
schedules dissolve like dali's clocks
my toddler granddaughter's feet dance quicker than her words
all my lusts, intrigues, and shambling peccadillos melt in the past
too young for her dad's history, i must forge our own
teaching her to twist, watusi
and funky chicken
my past blends
into
our
now