Remembering Happiness
Like the recipe for some
Wonderful casserole
Your long-dead grandmother
Served at an outdoor
Gathering, a reunion perhaps.
A tablecloth flapping
In a breeze that seems to propel
Small children in ever smaller
Circles under giant live oaks
But somewhere the clipped images
The smells remain and haunt you
And ask to be enjoyed again
But you cannot remember how
To make it, how to grow
An unsure sunshine in your soul
So you just keep moving
Through that never-ending
Day same as all the other days
And somehow you get through
On the memory of casserole.
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