looking back at the last 7 years of September 3's

seven years of poetry and i seldom look back
forgetting most of it, wondering at the time gone by
what did i do back then and what did i think,
who was i and who were you and you and you
on september 3, 2008,  i was saying good-bye
to my girl, her hiking boots still hot from the sun,
a pink bike on the back of car, i watched the
bus pull away and went home to two rabbits in
an otherwise empty house.
on september 3, 2009, the same girl and i were
visiting my grandmother's chateau and the year before
i promised to stop writing random poetry every day
that one didn't stick.
i forgot the poem i wrote in 2011
and the fragrance of peach pie filled the
air in 2012.
oh, how wonderful to sit in the garden in Vail
after a decadent lunch in 2013, off to France in
2014.
here i sit in 2015, waiting for the milk to cool
so i can culture yogurt and go to bed.