|Red abalone shell with pearls (1913), Popular Science Monthly Volume 82|
The stainless steel fork on my porch
gets flatter and fatter each week.
They forgot to soak the entire
cabbage to drive out living worms.
I don’t remember why it is
so urgent to capture this poem.
I said to myself: Now. Now! Do.
It. Now. I have fork and cabbage.
Oh! Crisp autumnal air lifts me—
Oh! I crave coffee and apples.
Cinnamon. Pie crust and pumpkins.
Mulled cider. Wooden spoons. Sweet aches.
Diabetic, I count sugars
and cholesterol but not smell.
They can’t take that away—scents and
memories fading out like ghosts—
Irritations fading in likeconcrete forks and cabbage worms.
Posted at Poetry Pantry #222
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