Expired
/This poem was inspired by cleaning out a kitchen cupboard.
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In rearranging
kitchen shelves,
the dead are brought
to light:
A cannister
of constipated
daily fiber died
six months ago.
A two-year’s lifeless
jar of powdered
vitamin C
no longer kicks a cold.
A flask of Jack’s
honey liqueur
from my father’s burial
four long years ago.
Can love’s memory
Ever die?
I’ll take a sip and see.
By Nolcha Fox
From: United States
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