the ironyA Poem by Lydia Shutterartwork by robert plunkett a convoy of nostalgia drove down my block today virtual carloads of it clearing its throat of the gravel lodged there pixelated faces smiled at me mistakes did a slow samba intransitive verbs and collective nouns uncharacteristically held hands as they skipped away from me giggling all the while i'm convinced if nostalgia were a sentence it would have to be declarative stating information that may or may not be true then again perhaps some facts have been changed to protect the innocent or the guilty as the case may be impossible to piece together the memories there's always at least one piece missing i find myself smiling at the irony
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