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a pickled memory

i thought about it – soured
and then i placed it in a jar
let it ferment
took it out and ate it far after
it expired
some memories just don’t have
“good by this date” labels
sometimes just by looking at them
it’s hard to tell if they are good
for the heart’s consumption,
especially when they
shouldn’t even be
spooned out into bowls
at our dinner tables

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  1. i love the relationship you create between the soul matters and the mundane . love your poems, they are elegant and effortless!

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    March 2, 2017

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