Some Things Lost
The taste of winter ice
Dug in August from the sawdust
Of Conley’s ice house
The slap of the screen door
On Grammy’s porch
The taste of mackerel caught
off the wharf
The smell of Surprise soap
And sweet spring rain
Bare feet
on moist earth
The railway track that led
Past the farm to the Cove
The smell of the clam factory
all gone these many years
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