everything in memory is either this way
or that
good or bad
happy
sad
clear or hardly there
I pull from my past
reaching deep into the murk
and marbled slew
grabbing at bits and bites
it’s like a soup i tell you
soup
thick and old country
roiling
savoring the smell
so soon or far from the happening
i blow on the spoon and scrunch my eyes as i slurp
relishing the questions from my childhood
it tastes so good now
less filling
1 comments:
I enjoyed this like I enjoyed that wonderful soup Chris made this summer---a recipe I must acquire!
A great visit on many levels!
Pat
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