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TIME TRAVEL
by W. Mahlon PurdinOur memory
Is a preservative
Of things that easily
Could go bad
If just left out
In the open.
The little ziplock seal
Slides along even as
We listen, knowing
That that must go
Quickly into
Storage.
Then one day, strolling
Along the motherboard
There it is again: fresh
And crisp and sour
Or sweet, reserved
As planned.
Time travel is not
Unusual for us, we
Walk in and out of
The past like
Blinking, now
Here, now gone. 01/20/2006 Posted on 04/09/2006
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 04/11/06 at 10:27 PM That first stanza is amazing, almost like a revelation. What an interesting way to describe something known, but not always put into words. Congrats on POTD! |
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