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i’m a silly sap
looking back and back
to my stack of sacks
my past
sometimes forgotten
squeezed away into the wind
never to be found again

but others remain vivid, actually,
even more now so
when the memories are those
that I never want to squeeze away
they boil in a pot – my life’s silly stew

all the food is from it
gaining salt and flavor with each passing day
every second they spend bouncing between my ears
they become fresher, newer, sweeter
like a merlin

when I am old, I imagine,
things will be so pungent they will hurt
i’ll dig in the dirt and put things to rest
but like a courtship calling
the smell will never go away
and I will die from my happiness
a smile too big to bear