I have to admit
that soap reminds me of you -
the liquid kind. Glue, dried
or not, the inside of marshmallows
when I toast them,
milk,
even my bowl after ice cream.
Ripe figs. Buckeyes.
The brown peanut m&ms.
Bananas, of course, sprouts,
and sometimes a spaghetti squash.
I am too used to metaphors.
My poet mind assigns meaning
to these inanimate objects, and
though you are not here,
my life is full of you.
~September 28, 2010
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