Kaleidoscope (Vancouver, 98)   Kaleidoscope of memories assemble in my brain And disassemble, reassemble, ever and again A glass, an image, caught inside a frame of last year's dreams A flower born, a lily torn from meadows of moonbeams. Fragments found among the fallen thoughts of yesterday Bits of glances, dances, chances, captured in the fray Shine aimlessly and carelessly beneath my shuffling shoes. Lost tomorrows, caught among the dust of last year's news