Parading

each scrap has a shadow—each shadow cast

by a different light. Permanently fresh
by a different light. Permanently fresh
husks of the feast! When the guest has gone,
husks of the feast! When the guest has gone,
the morsels dropped on the floor are left
the morsels dropped on the floor are left
as food for the dead—O my characters,
as food for the dead—O my characters,
my imagined, here are some fancies of crumbs —Sharon Olds
my imagined, here are some fancies of crumbs
—Sharon Olds

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