Seeing Food


I was one shortbread away

From breaking into tears,

When I remembered that I

Had some cookie dough left.


I sometimes feel

Like the leftovers

From a great feast;

Joyful enough

To last through

A couple of meals

The next day,

And that’s it.


I see empty syrup bottles,

A popsicle stick castle,

And young watermelon vines;

Keepsakes from the summer

We had skipped last year.


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