Macaroon 1 - Poem by Morgan Michaels
The pleasures of travel are great
but those of homecoming greater still-
if with a small, affordable cache of loot
that, carefully unwrapped & set down
(with a clink) , piece after piece after...
and arranged in every conceivable order
(perfection a much-argued paradigm)
can be quickly forgotten and recalled
or, 'reinterpreted', years on
in an idle hour- yesterdays' or now'-
the land of its provenance a receding dream:
a fleeting newscast, an air, a greenish page in an atlas,
its topography murkier year by year;
but by the thing, itself, the memento
now brought brilliantly to life,
with the keenness of, say, taste,
(we not slow to praise our own-
taste, that is, same word, different meaning,
for securing a thing to begin with) .
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