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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Brown Sugar: a poem lost and found again


Pure Light Brown Sugar

Hard Packed; Cracked

Like the desert ground.

Put on your clean oatmeal,

Heavy Sweet.

Wet Ocean Sand,

Sweet instead of salt.

Molasses.

Why can't we all be pure,

Cracked and Crumbly;

The gritty stuff we spill

Across the kitchen floor?

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