to peel the dusty sweet onion
made of favourite old clothes,
wavering musical eight tracks and
still shiny journals full of knowledge
to put memories in their places
where they will always slow swirl
around the edges of change to gradually
settle into the soft silt of the past.
“Life is like an onion. You peel it off one
layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”
~ Carl Sandburg
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