Remember those unanticipated eveningson the shore, by the sunsetbuilding sand castleschoosing names,choosing people,decorating homes little flags, porches and windowsbuilding little dreamsrejoicing like it were realLeaving the shore with sand stuck between the toeseven after the castles were washed awayover and over againHandful of sand grains in tiny shoeslike it were held together by some super glueThings we carry-Little memoriessuper glued, like it will forever hold ...