Smores

Personal, Poetry 1 Minute 
one day i trashed
a winter's supply
of mason jar
smore kits

they didn't do anything wrong
they were meant to give joy
but my mom left them
above the trash cans

on trash day
i take out the trash
now they are irretrievably
smores no mores

Published by Dennis Snell

As a Code Wrangler at Automattic, Inc., I spend my days reticulating splines. As a nomad, I own very few things and enjoy living simply. I love cooking, engineering, photography, and my faithful God, Jesus Christ.

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