interesting, and really vivid. i like the simplicity of the last lines.

Very affecting, as I find all your work. I especially liked your showing the way memories impress themselves in small details that contain the whole of the impact of the sight or experience. Jeans' creases pressing into soft skin, like memories into our store of experience. I don't know if I agree though, that we must choose what we take along. I think instead we become the whole of our memories, like it or not, choosing this way or that way because of experience. "Once burnt; twice shy." But that's me.

Hmm, a hard to decifer but thoughtful poem. I like your imagery a lot. I couldn't figure out what you meant by packing though.

Long but good, very well written.

amazing, as usual. the stanza about graffiti was particularly vivid to me... it's so true. there is graffiti in downtown D.C. on the subway around here that has been there for as long as i can remember...it's the kind of thing that sticks in your mind better than any of your other surroundings, and kind of comforting.

An appealing recollection of a move.yes, one does 'pack' memories. Very human feelings, Lowell. I love this one.

BTW, thank you for the reviews. And I sent you an email with info relating to your question. Best wishes!

:-)

"Souls, lining the streets,
would pass me on the side.
Not packed.
Not ready."

That does hurt inside reading these last lines. And I don't even know why, because you don't mention a break up or a near end of a life.
It caught my eye and I am still thinking the whole poem over and over again.
You got to me big time.
Thank you for making me think and for writing such a wonderful poem!