In the Details: Aisles

The theme of my poetry this week was: utility.

Next week's theme is ardor.

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Aisles

Girl you have never been the sort of
Woman to wander around Target aisles and
Collect unrelated items unto you, except
When it comes to
Letters to history.
So the aisles you find yourself staring in
Glint with blank-inside
Cards in sleeves and
Packs of 4x6 notes which
Reveal themselves as the onliest
Way to stop in the
Middle of a day and catch hold of
That sweet memory of him.

Girl you know then you'll jam it into
Old orphan envelopes and
Throw a stamp on and send it
To him because you have that way of 
Reminding:
That time isn't linear and at
Any moment, even when chopping
Lettuce, we can
Lean against the grassy
Hill together, or take a ride
On the dead and gone
Honda 125cc and
Escape on imagined
Throughways to
Neverland. 

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This post is part of a the poetry series, "" -- daily poetry and photos, inspired by where we live. 

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