Crannies

We all have them, clothes, shoes - whatevers, hesitation has enshrined in the "Maybe next year" vault. Perhaps they will fit one day in more than memories that surround them. We all have them, pieces of yesterdays any Road Show host would ignore, yet, we cherish them drenched in daydreams. We all love them, shoes with the mud of another day, trapped in the crannies of our souls ...

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 5/15/2019 11:37:00 PM

The ""Maybe next year" vault is hilariously accurate. The ending, turning the whole thing into a metaphor is genius, Craig.

Craig Cornish
Date: 5/16/2019 11:06:00 AM

Thanks again Caren

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/15/2019 5:14:00 PM

Your poem hit me hard...of putting off going through my closet to give away clothes I haven't worn in maybe 15-20 years...Shameful. I love the way you ended this Craig. : )

Craig Cornish
Date: 5/28/2019 9:38:00 PM

Thanks Dear Connie