In the mood for something a little different, I dug (ha!) into old Word files I’d saved and unearthed (HA!) this gem I wrote ten years ago. (See what I did there?)
deeper … sweep away rubble:
plastic-mummified plates, long since forgotten
ancient oleo tubs – striking fear in the bravest heart
cautiously, I peel apart brittle aluminum foil,
spy unfamiliar chocolate cake – only crumbs now
amidst aged triple fudge icing.
“When did we have that?” I wonder aloud.
“Oh,” my husband says over my shoulder. “I brought
that home for you last month. Or was it April?”
Shrugging, he disappears – his own Saturday agenda in mind.