Poem with a Line from Lorca

Do not carry your remembrance. 
Instead, cut it into pieces for the wind,
or surrender it to the crepe myrtle tree.
Give it to the poets stenciling their words
onto sidewalk squares, then return to see 
what paint colors they've used. Do you 
wonder how the sky's chalkboard bears  
all manner of  equations? There are rumors 
some of them have been solved. Take 
pleasure in the idea that an asterisk might stand 
for a shelf or a footnote in which a memory 
could live. Your hands are free now. No one
questions your loyalty or your doubt, 
the distances you covered like a snail.






from "Gacela of the Remembrance of Love," Federico Garcia Lorca