TrackingWriters. [Poetry].

 ...
 Last summer's song is making a comeback on the radio,
 and on the highway overpass,
 the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
 MEMORY LOVES TIME
 in big black spraypaint letters,

 which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.

 Last night I dreamed of X again.
 She's like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
 Years ago she penetrated me
 but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
 I never got her out,
 but now I'm glad.

 What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
 What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
 What I thought was an injustice
 turned out to be a color of the sky.
 ...

-- "A Color of the Sky", from "What Narcissism Means to Me".  Quote cribbed from the WritersAlmanac.