these memories rub

these memories rub
against each other
like marbles in a burlap
sack
. you can leave
a hand inside to finger
the cool and seamless
illusion
, but there
is no real comfort
nor grief
until you can bear
to pull one
out, to study
that embedded
Latticino core,
to explore with
intention
without swerving
.
20100312:1434
y

4 comments

  1. slpmartin

    I just it when one poem gives birth to another…I am honored that my poem inspired you…many thanks and know that I truly love your work.

    • y

      thank you! i’ve tried recording my readings, but never had the time to figure out how to attach them…i like the way you do it. thank you, again, for such great support and for your inspiration.

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