Sonnet #318

They’ll remember how you make them feel

Of course. They’ll remember what they think

Happened where the feeling cleans the sink

And washes dishes in it. The feeling peels

The dust back from the fans and spins the room

The feeling moves the furniture around

To dance the shadows properly and sounds

A lot like what happened, I guess, except the boom

Of it is all the work of feeling; Since feeling is first

Who cares to argue with it? Primary sources

Always seem the most reliable even when the worst

Source is the first source, and it pours and pours

All over the palace of memory, shouting and laughing

At the end of our life, the doors close with feeling