as memories fade we rely on images to keep them alive
there are accidents of time and place that will stop me dead in my tracks
you can pound a nail with a wrench, but a hammer is the better choice
as the butter melts into the syrup, flavors become multiplied
some things are just there and we don’t remember why or why we keep them
it is important to take stock and focus on what we can control
the sidewalk is closed which is just as well, so is everything else
when idled, we see maybe we do not need this many shopping carts
rain streaks the window saying, you would probably stay home anyway
off in the distance things seem a little brighter and that’s where hope lives
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