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In The Shadow of Turning: Throwing Salt
Salt is what
it all becomes.
Salt always did make me crave
sugar. If I could have turned and
looked back, like Lot's wife,
I never would have.
Turning is for other memories.
Memories are actually seasons
of homeless dreams.
The main event in life is something
we think we can plan, but can't.
A nest or fishnet of categories. Of hunger.
A need river, running wild in every
It would have all been salt, and me,
Written by Carolyn Marie Rodgers (1940-2010)
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