Preserves
Like glass jars
fresh from the canner...
neatly forced into rows
by content and date...
like this are the rows
of carefully calculated,
labeled and catalogued
pockets of my mind
Peaches cannot sit
beside green beans
Soft thoughts cannot
be in with math data
And please, put each file
back exactly where you found it
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