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12. Take a picture of your favorite food and drink (or restaurant)



I have a photo of our coffeepot, too, but photobucket and my dad's bandwidth hogging program hate me tonight. I love warm, spiced apple things in general, though this crisp stuff was too sweet.

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(yesterday's poem of choice)


Structure

Today, I dug up some old bones
Shoving away weight of earth,
Brushing off a good crust of it
And set them out, piece by piuece
To review.

Whose are these bones? I ask myself.
They are mine. I can feel them dry and chilled
Though in my own body I am warm.
They are a pirate's.
They are some lost victim of time and--
Was this a graveyard?

My mind wonders, feeling out where they go.
They are not all here.
I cannot see it all.
I mutter to myself over this skeleton
And feel my own years like the mantle of a witch.
I will touch more bones than these,
Now I have the nerve.