For all of yesterday’s serendipitous

and nearly forgotten parties—action—communication

there is the stone of memory—

(and to collect those stones so carefully

and freely

as if they are scattered infinitely about

readily

always at hand)

Grasping handfuls to hurl

into a void we must’ve created or left.

Didn’t we?

So bright?

You are a nostalgia I cannot share.

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Keith Morris earned his BA in English and Psychology from the University of Mississippi and earned his MA in English from Mississippi State University. His works appear in various journals including The Brussels Review, The Louisville Review, and The Opiate. He teaches English at Itawamba Community College in Fulton, MS, and lives in Tupelo, MS, with his wife and two sons.