Memory Flood

Ample, block letters – a fading white.
Glue – under shiny, printed pictures.
Rectangles and squares.
Fire, water, crows and skies,
Like bones.
Reflecting light.
That dazzles and catches the eye.
The images are like slippery ice.
Unlike the cement-felt letters.
It’s like an armadillo.
Soft insides, matching the memories and pictures.
And firm outsides, matching the letters.
It’s a flood of memories.
Ready to sweep you off your feet.
Woosh.
I love it.
The memories were fastened to it.
All for me.