It’s funny the things you remember
when you allow your mind to slip back
about the times you heard that there
were bears in the Blue Ball dump
and you wanted to have transportation
to drive up there and have a look at them
You wouldn’t dare walk up there as
you might get attacked by a bear
who was hungry enough to eat you!
Imagination runs wild and you can’t separate
fact from fiction, what exactly happened at that dump?
Did the bears become a threat so close to the town?
Memory is foggy now and only the image of the bears
remain, trying to eke out food for their own survival
Nothing remains in my head of anyone encountering a bear or
venturing too close and being harmed in any way
How quickly we forget or how we discard memories
which fade to a few small details, nothing more, just gone