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This mortar bowl With a pestled mixture Of distillations And impurities Deserves a Latin name For the apothecary's label. A few causes for the concoction: Pails, shovels and sandcastles; A child bundled against winter; A father's shoulder seat; A son dressing for his wedding; A daughter walking her child; Kids with backpacks; A soldier's farewell kiss; The return kiss; A nursing mother; The wintery smell of a letter And the anticipation of opening. The symptoms are systemic. The heart cannot contain, The brain define, The pit retain. The symptoms are the remedy. I am Ground into a fine dust.
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
Pestle and Mortar
This mortar bowl With a pestled mixture Of distillations And impurities Deserves a Latin name For the apothecary's label. A few causes for the concoction: Pails, shovels and sandcastles; A child bundled against winter; A father's shoulder seat; A son dressing for his wedding; A daughter walking her child; Kids with backpacks; A soldier's farewell kiss; The return kiss; A nursing mother; The wintery smell of a letter And the anticipation of opening. The symptoms are systemic. The heart cannot contain, The brain define, The pit retain. The symptoms are the remedy. I am Ground into a fine dust.
francie-lynch
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Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
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