Oldfangled

So let these, my songlets, be oldfangled,
entangled with miseries and delights
that are knots not only so long gone by
but also not yet untied, not slashed through

time is slippery and as it slips by
it adheres in memory that fashions
the stealthy  seemings we take for presence
I make myself and others of what’s past

so my songlets dangle their baited…