parental sentimentalities
is small
and the things in it
were not carefully vetted
They were just what got caught
at moments when the momentum
of moving on
flagged a little
and these were dropped like sediment
from the slower flow
Or when a stick snags something
near the river’s bank
and other things, arrested, gather behind it
Somehow I couldn’t throw out
the paper cut out figure smiling benignly,
curling at the edges
or the fimo depiction
of a sink with snow in it
Many years hence
I may look at them again.
For now, this box is ark
among the flags.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2017
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