Saturday, August 13, 2011

Day 357, the stale taste of history

Today might taste like
Brussels sprouts but they are
Farm fresh and good for me

Revisiting the past is
Like stale potatoe chips
Driven by some urge you
Pull open the crinkly foil
Hear its rustle and
Get your hopes up

They lack crunch
That's the past, stale, unfresh
Nothing new.

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