It’s All Ephemeral
At the worlds
largest antique store
I found Jayne, the
poetess,
Inside the thin
cardboard
Record album cover.
Her words
On typed paper
Celebrating
snowflakes
From twenty years
ago
She won awards, was
published.
Something tugs
inside
And I am unable
To throw Jayne away
So, she stays in my
collection
Of moldering papers,
The turntable spins
and sputters
Reminding me
It’s all
ephemeral.
©Expressions
by Christine 12.28.16
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