In the course of time it is only natural;
(That's just the way things go.)
Time only heals what we leave in the past;
the things we take with us
darken our faces.
I used to be able to see myself in the bowls of the silver spoons,
(my smile widened and greatly exaggerated,)
then in the blades of the knives,
sharp enough to separate meat from bone
to cut things down to size
small enough to manage
small enough to nourish myself with,
but the air and the damp crept into them too,
somehow invaded their royal velvet.
I lay them to rest
six inches deep in a simple solution
of water, aluminum, and baking soda.
But, who can afford real solutions?
We make do with salts, and foil, and water from the tap,
watching and waiting for time to turn back.
June 27, 2018
Copyright © Jack Webster | Year Posted 2018
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