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Saturday, October 23, 2004
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The archivist
For years I’ve swept
The kitchen floor
And gathered
The scraps
In a large glass jar
Carefully hidden
Downstairs
Behind the furnace
My little secret
Until now
This archive
Of family spillage
Of Cheerios
And hardened cheese
Of curly pasta
And desiccated peas
It’s all there
A time capsule
Of carelessness
No need to thank me
The look in your eyes
Says it all
The why that drops
Softly from your lips
I do it for love
My dear
I am the keeper
Of the crumbs
1:41:05 PM  Poems
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