If I were to bury a chest
with memories of
living in this time and place,
I would include copies of all my
lost old poems,
some from high school,
others from college days,
still more about love.
moving like all insults,
allows us to lose these things.
tears, sad tears, there's no retrieving them!
there were serious poems, odes, ballads, free verse,
simple rhymes, sweet poems, sad poems,
all kinds of poems.
yes, poems styled like Sandburg,
e.e. cummings, Whitman, and many others.
only an engineer with an english minor could
want to save all these things for posterity!
Honorable mention
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