the impression we leave, charred, into people's memories, a ghost image that surges, floats, dips into and out of our consciousness, flares, burns at odd moments: an out of kilter setting of the sun, the spark of the ignition on Morgan's cooker's hob, the glint of a headlight on a silver foil crsip bag, a pall bearers's daimante tooth jewel, the clatter of donkey shoes in a Morroccan night, the folding dusk waves of that Pacific bay, the liver spot on my mother's left thumb. Impressions- they form, swirl, flare, fade, slip away