Thursday, July 25, 2013

What Remains

The Remains Of The Day, October 14, 2008



The boxes collected from nearby beach towns of Jersey or Coney or maybe even Seneca Falls aren't her voice raging with life and insistence on the work of expression nor are they the seeking hand of her last year yearning for someone to hold it nor are they her gorgeous explosive hair refusing ugliness and age but rather singing singing her indefatigable lust for attempting once more something of promise.


The Remains Of The Day, July 24, 2013



Those boxes, brought from her place to this home and now residing in a childhood's bookcase, hold new trinkets that remember for a middle-aged befuddled mind brief sweet moments of love, of friendship, of important moments and momentous passages of time and of impulsive purchases always under $10.

And tucked away next to those baubles are her own memories.  Of love, of friendship, of important moments and momentous passages of time and, knowing Florence, of impulsive purchases always under $5. 

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