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Inventory
a poem about taking inventory
Sep 5, 2019
One word is all you need to reconstruct
a chain of words linking out through memory
like a net to hold one face caught in one pose
that opens a moment of a season set against
other seasons you thought stored safely away
until one word drifts through the warehouse
and begins its small-fisted work inside
your eyes, inside your throat
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Copyright 2009 Marguerite Floyd all rights reserved
This poem first appeared in Everyone’s Daughter, 2009
