Memories Ingrained Poem by Joe Oppenheimer
Memories Ingrained
Ingrained memories of kids
drawing, writing, doodling -
pushing dull pencils, sticks -
on the old pine topped
kitchen table.
Left marks - as
from too hot
pots, and cuts
from too dull
choppers.
Bringing yesterday
into today.
Until after 30 years
refinishing leaves them
in sawdust
vacuumed -
Amounting to nothing
but newly
glossy surfaces.
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