Easy Go

I was in the bathtub in your crooked house,
Magnolias bending through the wooden windows
And the light was low, like morning or dusk.
Your figure dimmed and flickered,
like scattered dust in sunbeams.
They say that memories grow stronger
with each summon. I left this one
in the back of a drawer, under printed papers
of ferns and rabbits, lavender mothballs,
safety pins and other things.