A shallow, unassuming vessel
slick with memories of pasty Shredded Wheat
piled with abandon
for my mother's ritual
morning pleasure.
A deceptively simple, wide-mouthed plot,
its sloping walls take a slippery incline.
And so, I relent, pecking and prodding on occasion,
lacking the desperation, curiosity, audacity
to propel towards its untelling lip and mantel.
For I fail to be lured
by what I can't see
or make effort to imagine.
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| "Cereal Most Magically Delicious" (iPhone photograph, March 2014) |
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