The Dusk

What I remember the most…
All the things I forgot. The switchblade, the dungeon, the twang of the freshly-loosed arrow.
The funnel-web spider that left me alone.
The Alpen, the Shreddies, the Weetabix.
I don’t remember more than I do, but these are devices for “swiftly moving on”
A dangerous memory of skilfulness.
A showboat at cold temperatures.
A dawn-setting carousel.
A new coat.
A hat.
The dusk.